As the man drew far too close to Penny, a savior arrived. It appeared as though The Lightning Alchemist had arrived on the scene. With deft speed and just the smallest bit of alchemy, the drunkard had been thrown onto his back in a matter of seconds. Woah. This guy was a real pro. He took a seat beside Penny, and struck up a conversation.

"You are Penelope Draven, the Prankster Alchemist, correct?"

A simple nod was enough of a response for Penny. Quiet or not, she thought it best not to verbally acknowledge anything like that.

"Simon Everett, the Lightning Alchemist. I was told to meet you here.” he said, confirming Penny’s assumption.

“Thanks for the help back there. And you can just call me Penny.” she whispered, equaling Simon’s tone, extending a hand for Simon to shake when Penny noticed something. The guy was coming back! He’d grabbed a bottle and was coming right for Simon!

But that’s not what worried Penny.

What worried her was the man behind the drunkard.
The eyepatch. The stench of alcohol. That determined look in his eye.

Oh, he wasn’t going to…

He was moving his eyepatch.

Oh.

God.

NO.

In the blink of an eye, the man was on fire, and Penny tensed up. Great. The Alcoholic Alchemist was here.

Penny frantically searched for something to douse the flames with, but she was so frazzled that she couldn’t even see straight.

What would she do?

What would she do?!

Nothing, apparently, as the man was saved by some random stranger. After throwing a bucket of water at the barfly, this stranger then turned his attention to the three Alchemists.

"Are we having a problem here?" he asked. The question was rather innocuous, but the way it was conveyed was most certainly not. It looked as though the man’s eyes had hardened to diamonds. Like he was waiting for an excuse, ANY excuse for a confrontation. Who WAS this guy?

“No, no, we’re all fine… here… now. How are you?” Penny replied with a cheshire grin. The man wasn’t going away.

“Oh! Right! The bottle thing! See, my friend [i]Roy[/i] here loves to mess with chemicals and stuff, makes all sorts of medicines and such. He was messing around with that bottle earlier and had the bartender put it aside for him. I guess the materials in it were more combustible than you thought, eh, [i]ROY?[/i]” Penny explained, elbowing Simon as she spoke. He was the more sensible of the men at the moment. Penny just hoped that he could pull their asses out of whatever fire they'd landed in.