thecapitol | Partying like its 1969

Who| Sonja and anyone who wants to join her
What| Partying it up like a fantasy barbarian
Where| The Swift Cut
When| A few days after the victors crowning
Warnings/Notes| This is Sonja, so expect sexiness, alcohol and lots of meat and possible fighting. As a side note, as many are aware, I'm not exactly speedy with my replies right now.

So, Sonja was hungry, frustrated and itching for a good tumble. And while she found this "restaurant" to be in very poor taste, it still served the most meat out of any of the other place. Mix that with a mug if alcohol, which tasted like piss to her, and she was content. Now all she needed was a pretty thing to keep her company and it would be near perfect.

Still, she couldn't help but glare at some of the stares she may occasionally receive before going back to her food. If they want a fight, then they could start it. No sense in getting further into trouble. Not now anyway, that could be for later. Once everything cooled down then she would freely break their noses and crack their skulls.

But no, instead she focused on her drink and food, the table she was at was a mess by now, and she was starting to feel a bit tipsy, excellent. "More!" She cried out after finishing another mug.

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"No, there is not." That was a truth she knew. An unfortunate one at that. But they still would have to take what they could in the mean time. Even if that meant some nearly over-cooked meat and a beer that didn't have as much kick to it as she would prefer. What Sonja would give for some Cimmerian beer right now.

"Best to keep quiet for now. Wait for the moment to unleash your potential." And gods above help those that got in her way.

"Even in a place like this, you can't even have a decent bar fight," Mindy complained. "There's always gotta be some guy worried about how much it'll cost or what it'll say to people in the bar. It's so dumb."

Clearly Mindy had already had a full on bar fight. She was ever the gentle victor.

"Definitely heard that song before," Mindy said, grimacing. "So what do you do, when all this shit is hopeless and at a standstill?"

"This is true." There were times when she just wanted to make a drunk swallow his own teeth. But unfortunately that would have to wait as well. When there were so many eyes on you, it would often prove to be prudent to avoid violence against civilians as best as possible.

So far. "I create hope."

Mindy wondered if Sonja getting into a bar fight would really be as bad as the woman thought. With how fiery she was, they would probably be chimping at the bit to sponsor her.

"By eating lots of food and drinking?" Ok, she was slightly trolling there. "Sounds more like vices to me."

Well perhaps she just needed to be given the right push and incentive then? To defend her own honor against a drunk was pointless here. These in power would most likely just twist it around to make her into the villain. Sonja could kill these people by the droves, of that she was certain. But the mob usually featured thousands. If she was going to fight here, it would be in either self-defense from bodily harm, or for another person.

"Yes." She quirked her lips up, amused. "Though living as if you were in the honored halls of the dead, often creates a light mood."

"Valhala?" Mindy might not be ad schooled ad most people, but she knew enough about certain things and folklore. It was pretty much what a heathen like her had to hope for: likely, the Christian God wouldn't be pleased with Mindy the killer.

"Sounds like a plan." A nearby man gave Mindy a disgusted look. Mindy responded to by flipping him off.

"What was that gesture now, little traitor?"

Here came trouble.

Sonja has no clue what Christianity is. Though she would have encountered similar sects in her travels. Either way, that wasn't something she believed in , she believed in gods that would have been long since forgotten by the world. "Yes, a place of great honor."

One that most would struggle to reach.

That being said she ignores the other person, it was just someone attempting to make trouble.

"Nothing that concerns you," Mindy said coldly, and something in her look made the guy back down. Traitor he might have thought, but they had also seen her go toe to toe with people and come out the winner. Mindy was not one to be reckoned with, whatever people might think.

"That your goal, after all this? A place of honor to rest your bones? I don't know too many full blooded warriors where I'm from."

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