Tic didn't much care where he was or where he was going when he burst through what he hoped was the door to nearest bar, he needed a drink NOW. The pixie had been on been on a job that went south and was looking to either drink till he couldn't remember the run or till some soul threw a punch at the tiny powerhouse. His blue skin was now purple in places and his left wing looked a little bent out of shape as he stormed across the floor to the bar stool. Well... about as well as a 1' 6" tall fairy looking thing could storm across a floor.

Jumping to grab onto the stool he hoisted himself up into the seat, when seated his could just get his arms onto the bar. 

[color=716cb1]"I don't care how much you want for it, just give me my body-weight your strongest stuff"[/color] he demanded throwing a a stick of credits over the counter.