"Oh, sorry," a tall man says, little more than 18, he looks Arty up and down, but sneers at Ivy. "Sorry, kid, didn't see you there." Ivy stands to her full height. "I'm not a [i]kid[/i]." "Yeah? Sure you ain't but you're friend certainly is [i]fine[/i]." Ivy smirks. "You're going to regret that little observation." "Is that a challenge?" "What are you, stupid?" The man grins mischievously, raising his chin cockily towards the tables. "Game on." "Hell yeah, let's do this." Ivy turns to Arty. "This might take a while. Leave while you can, I have a bad feeling that neither he nor his buddies play nice. I can handle them."