Lynnnette sighed as Jeremiah ran out of the bar, ignoring the bartender’s shouts about payment. “Don’t worry,” She said, “I’ll cover him.”

“At least one of you lot are decent” The bartender said with a grunt as she placed enough bills on the counter to pay or not only her’s and Jeremiah’s drinks, but a bit extra.

“Hmmm….” She frowned. “I’m not sure decent is a word I’d use to describe myself.” The bartender raised an eyebrow and seemed about to respond when Quayhoggr started off on what could only be a drug induced rant.

“Decent relatively speaking?” The bartender asked, which earned him a grunt in reply. “Do you want to fix this mess?” He gestured at Quayhoggr as a pair of bounced moved towards him.

“Nah.” Lynnette rose from her seat. “I’m not drunk enough to stick my nose into that mess.” She wasn’t drunk at all. The bartender’s parting words to her was drowned out by Quayhoggr and the bouncers as Lynnette made her exit.

“Well shit.” She muttered as she caught sight of the scene playing out before her. Of course Jeremiah had gotten into trouble with the bouncers. That she had been expecting. What she hadn’t expected to see was Eimi pommeling one of the bouncer’s into submission. It was impressive, frightening, and exasperating all at the same time. She might have been able to talk the bouncers down were it not for Eimi. She [i]had[/i] paid the bill after all.

She let out a soft sigh as she skirted around the edge of the confrontation, seriously considering simply ignoring the scene and moving on. As much as it pained her to admit it, she sort of wanted Jeremiah to get roughed up a bit. Perhaps it’d help ensure that he would actually pay the next time they went drinking. But no, she couldn’t just walk away as Jeremiah had the crap beaten out of him.

“Bill’s been paid” She loudly stated as she stepped in behind one of the bouncers, causing him to pause momentarily. Big mistake. Lynnette kicked him in the back of the knee, sending him toppling to the ground. He had barely hit the pavement before she had hopped onto of him, using her weight to keep him pinned. Granted that wouldn’t keep him down for long; even if she wasn’t as light as she was, the bouncer definitely had the strength needed to shrug her off. Even so it would keep him down for a moment or two.

She launched a kick from atop her perch at a second bouncer, hitting him in the side. He staggered slightly before turning towards her and letting out a low growl. For a moment she thought he was going to tackle her, or try to at least, but instead he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small knife, a wide smile spreading across his face. Lynnette looked at the knife, a single eyebrow rising. “Really?” She asked, “You had to escalate this?”

“Drop it.” She said as she drew her revolver and aimed it at his chest. The color drained from his face as he realized he had made a terrible mistake. “Well?” She prompted. The bouncer dropped his knife and held his hands to the side. “Now why don’t you go back inside and we’ll both pretend this never happened, ok?” The bouncer nodded enthusiastically. “Good. How about you big guy?” She tapped the bouncer she was standing on with her foot.”

“Eat street bitch.”

“I didn’t hear a no.”

The bouncer grumbled some less that polite things before saying “Yea, fine. Just get off of me already.” Lynnette stepped off of him and out of range, making sure to keep both bouncers in eyesight as they headed back into the bar.

With that out of the way she turned back to Jeremiah and Eimi to see how they were doing. She wouldn’t help them with their own opponents, unless things were likely to turn serious.