"Ah everyone's going to the Museum all ready? I just started drinking though," Scorn pouted slightly ",Well I guess they can have a head start, I want the rest of my bottle first." She went back to drinking from her bottle, unaware at the moment one of the early customers who had been there for awhile had been watching her, and waiting for a moment to do something stupid no doubt.

It wasn't hard to smell the alcohol on his breath, anyone could probably smell him a mile away. Some moronic drunk who was at the bar most of the time and had tried hitting on anything with two legs and was female. This time his target was Scorn and he would soon learn why no one messed with her. He must of not been there on the day when she threw a guy across the room for sitting in her chair or else he would of be smart and not bothered even going bother.

Overall the guy wasn't bad looking, a bit gruff around the edges with some bloodshot eyes but if he was sober and managed to actually take a shower he could of been a handsome person, around the age of thirty. He casually walked over, at least tried the best to walk over to where Scorn was butting in between where Sam sat and where she was. Scorn didn't even look at him, grimacing at his smell.

"Did heaven loose an-," he began before Scorn bashed her bottle over her head. It happened so fast that if you blinked you might of missed what happened.

"Sorry I don't have time for losers like you and I'm definitely not from heaven, think of a place lower and much hotter then heaven," she said getting up and then punching him in the stomach ",That's for wasting my drink and this-." She punched him again, this time lifting his face up before she did, prerhaps breaking his nose in the prose and knocking him out ",is for wasting my time. Finally this is for the shitty pick up line."
She kicked him one last time.

"Chloe what did I tell you about starting fights!" Zeke said with some annoyance.
"He started it and it was hardly a fight," Scorn said ",And don't use that name, that person is long gone. You know that."
Scorn then turned to Sam."So since it would seem our time here is coming to an end, you want to head back to Reaper HQ, or we can split our separate ways for the time," she said casually as if the last few moments were a common thing. She had one foot on top of the conduit guy who had tried to hit on her. Though she thought Conduits were above norms, it didn't mean she wouldn't beat them to an inch of their life if they stood in her way or bothered her in a way she did not like. She didn't feel like heading to the museum. There would be no point in having ten different conduits observing one place, and the attack supposedly wasn't until Sunday so nothing to do but wait for the ones who were going to scout it to give intel and report back. She would of liked to of gone herself to cause some mischief and mayhem but she got in trouble there all ready and they would be watching for her.