"Hic...So I says to her, I says,..."

Clearing her throat, Aria Blaze puts on her best English accent.

"I do say my good lady, why if I where you perhaps my knickers wouldn't be in such a bundle, hmm?"

Across from the drunken Siren, stood one of her oldest human friends. The bear like man ran a alcohol stained paw through his mass of black and white hair, a chuckle leaving him at his best customers antics.

"Yeah? Ain't know a lot of gals to be still calling em, knickers?"

"Fill me up, and I feel ya big dog, but that was a few hundred years ago. Get my a chaser too would ya babe."

"A few hundred years eh? Sure you ain't had enough yet girl?"

"Ha! Am I still standing, then nope."

Twirling her phone on the counter absent mindedly the haze of booze slowing her senses as the fighter gave a lazy look around the bar. She felt a twinge in her back as if being watched and while perhaps only a few drinks from black out, she had a bad enough day, pounding some perv in the face sounded real good. Not that she wasn't giving em any reason to NOT look. Her worn out jeans did little to hide the purple grumps rather large rear end as it spilled over the bar stool. A hawk for the weights in her basement gym as she was, it didn't help that the MMA brawler had a bad diet, though it was easy on the eyes.

"Here ya go...what's up babe?"

If she was sober, Aria would have popped Gorrz in the mouth for that. SHE called HIM babe, him returning the gesture was way too close to relationship...not that she didn't feel a twitter in her belly every time his snarled voice poured in her direction.

"Uhh? Awww, nothing. Just got that feeling..hic..ya know? Like your being watched."

"From what your packing from behind, tsk, I wouldn't blame em!"

"Hey! That a fat joke?!"

"Can a ladies rear ever be to big as to call it fat?"

"You are the worst hahaahah...but I love ya."

"Love eh?"

The huge man leaned onto the bar before her. Thirty, maybe a bit younger the life of a family owned business bartender played in his features. Standing nearly seven feet tall with forearms and biceps thicker then some folks thighs, he reeked, flat out stunk of masculinity.
Which was ironic as they say you can never judge a book by its cover. Because if one was to think of mutton chop wearing, obscenely long hair for a man having, bartender was anything else then a big tough guy, they would be so very, very wrong. Gentle, giving, and always one to be noble towards a lady, with a few exceptions, Gorrz Fang was well known this side of canterlot for his rough appearance and warm heart. It was these features that kept Aria coming back to "The Den". It was his childish jokes, roared laughter and rather nerdy gaming habits that kept her from going home a lot of nights. His home, upstairs, was strewn with more articles of her clothing then his. He even kept her favorate frozen pizza in stock just incase the purple grump popped in.

"Tell me about love babe."

Sensing him drawing close, Aria lifted her heavy head in a slow daze. To any onlooker they duo appeared a couple, many of the bars regulars had at one point assumed them a thing. She had fallen asleep in his chest more times then not while trying to co-op the latest new release. Never had he touched her without her wishing it, starring into his door filling frame, Aria yawned and found herself thinking it would make one heck of a pillow.

"Oh no! Yeah aint going to sugar talk me babe...hey..and I call YOU babe, get it right you over grown puppy!"

"Woof, woof..."

"OooOOooO keep that up and you aint going to get no kibble!!!"

Making a panting noise then whimper at his friend, the giant of man put up his hands and made a begging gesture.

"....nope, not gonna work..hic!"

Another whimper.

"No! I said no, bad Gorrzy! Bad!"

A flat out whine.

"Doooh! Fine come here!"

Having to steady herself, Aria rose from her seat with one hand firmly clamped around the lip of the bar, the other scratching behind the bartenders ear.

"Good boy, good boy...now get Mama another drink and..."

"We think you have had enough."

A golden hand clamped over the brawlers muscle tightened shoulder. Her sisters voice and touch was like second nature even when intoxicated, she didn't look back when her voice growled a threat.

"I am busy here, Sis."

"Aria, you have some explaining to do."

The wide hipped biker stood next to her wife with a glare on her face and helmet beneath one arm.

"Fuck off, I am having a good time here."

"Ladies, Adagio, perhaps I can get you a drink."

"Or you could give us a moment and tend to another of your patrons."

Giving the ruby toned eyes of the eldest Sister a firm look, he glanced to Sunset, nodded and turned to go. Not getting far as a purple fleshed hand caught his bulky wrist.

"D.."

"Shh, It's just your Sister and her wife. I will be right over there, babe."

He pulled away lightly, but slowly, the two sharing a long look before he gave the family privacy.

With a snarl of rage, the drunken brawler spun on her stool and glared at the duo of arm crossed females.

"What do you two want, can't I drink my pain away alone!"

"You told us you where cutting back..."

"Can it Dagi!"

"You said you where going to quit for Rayray."

"I never said that..."

"Our personal business can wait, what can't is sitting at home being soothed by our sibling and crying her little yellow head off. How could you do this!"

"Psh, Shy? What that big boobed bimbo got to cry about."

Drunkenly Aria reached for her smokes and banged the pack against her palm.

"....you..."