Nadeline sat at the bar, head in her hands. Her drink was right in front of her, finished, but she didn't feel any better than she did before. Arguably, she felt even worse. She let out a long sigh in time for the bartender to swoop in. He lightly tapped her head, grinning as she looked up."Lookin' worse for wear, love. Boyfriend troubles?" His voice was somewhat peppy but somehow comforting. "Don't you worry now, love, ol' Taru will take care of ye. Let me refill that glass of yours, then we'll talk."
She wanted to protest but found herself either too lazy or just not caring. She ruffled her hair in agitation, though she caught the slightest hint of a giggle. Not the normal kind either, the one that often mocked whoever received it. The blonde haired princess looked to her left and found the source. Sitting next to her was a rather handsome and rather shirtless man smirking lightly at her. He was not the one giggling though, that honor was to the woman sitting on his lap. Her shirt was so tight her breasts were practically begging to be freed of the shirt, and Nadeline would not have been surprised if they popped out. The woman would hop off of him in a moment. "Let me just powder my nose, I'll be right back, Kaleb." She spoke in a very sultry and sexy voice, lightly kissing him.
Kaleb would nod at her and watch her go, obviously enjoying the view. His brown eyes would linger on her for a moment, and would flicker onto Nadeline. He raised an eyebrow at her, at which point Nadeline would go back to looking at the bar. She heard the sound of the seat scraping against the floor though paid no mind to it--until she noticed that he had gotten right behind her, placing both hands on either side of her. Nadeline looked back at him, clearly disinterested and annoyed. "May I help you with something?" She asked curtly.
"I was just about to ask you the same thing, angel." His voice reminded her a lot of those playboys. "Why don't you show me a smile? That face of yours is too pretty to be so sad."
Was he hitting on her? Had he no shame? "Leave me alone." She snapped, turning back to the bar. He removed his hands and would place them under her seat, and he would spin her so that she was facing him. This little trick did not amuse her at all. "What do you want?" She asked, annoyed.
"Aw, don't be like that, all I want to do is make you smile." He told her, getting up close and personal. He reeked of cigars--how she hated that smell. "Don't be so cold, what's a guy to do when he sees some pretty thing like you so sad?"
"Don't bother. I'm engaged." He raised an eyebrow again, and without breaking eye contact he would lift up her left hand. He rubbed his thumb over her ring finger, insinuating the obvious. Did he think she was lying? "He hasn't gotten me a ring yet." She muttered.
Kaleb would smirk slightly, leaning in. She stared right at him, obviously annoyed, though she would let out a gasp of surprise as he would suddenly put both his hands on her bottom, effectively lifting her off her seat. "I kinda like that expression. Real cute." He told her.
"Do you mind!?" She smacked both his hands repeatedly. "Release me at once!"
"Wha? Bossy, ain'tcha? I bet you're a noble from Archadia, eh? Must be nice." He murmured, leaning in.
She couldn't believe the nerve of him, he was going to kiss her! He almost did too, if only because Nadeline was so shocked that he had the audacity to do such a thing when he was here with some other girl. Why in the world would anyone fall for these sorts of tricks? At this point, she had enough; a sharp slap to the face would halt Kaleb's advance, and a prompt shove would get him off of her. Some people let out a few quiet laughs, having been watching the situation. At that point Taru had returned with her drink, somewhat confused. She would grab the glass and dunk it over Kaleb's head, earning some hollers and cheers.
"What are you doing, you bitch?!" A voice screeched, and before Nadeline could react she was spun around and promptly smacked. It seemed that Kaleb's little tramp had returned, rather unpleased.
Nadeline's eyes were wide, but those blues would narrow dangerously. That was it. She had enough of everyone.
At Jaakuna's suggestion, Grant couldn't help but scoff a little. In Balfonheim the rowdiest pirates took up their place in the White Cap. While he was right in them being able to find information, no doubt there'd be lingering eyes. He was a man of class, the riffraff of the place just didn't mesh well with him. Of course, considering the circumstances he would oblige and follow, though for some reason as they got closer he was pretty sure he knew which was the bar. A whole lot of noise was coming from the place, the sound of glass breaking and chairs being thrown rather prominent. He wanted to say he was surprised, but really, he wasn't. Not even when a man came flying out the door and landed right in front of them.
Emiri let out a slight gasp. "Oh my...what is happening in there?"
Grant knelt down next to the man. "What is going on in there?"
"Bar fight, what else?" The man groaned, rubbing his head. "Although...it's usually a drunk guy that starts them. Blonde haired chick is sober, still. Damn it, why couldn't Kaleb just keep his hands to himself...?"
Grant rolled his eyes, though a thought occurred to him. Not that he would accuse her, but starting a bar fight seemed right up Savayna's alley. He gave Jaakuna a shrug. "Emiri, stay right here, alright?" He told her. The brunette would nod, eyeing the place rather cautiously as Grant would head in. Sure enough people were as rowdy as ever, though he did note that a group had huddled in the center. A few people were trying to get everyone to calm down, but to no avail. Grant shook his head and pushed through the crowd, eventually coming through to the center, but he would find quite the surprise there.
Namely said surprise being Nadeline fighting some brown haired man.