Backs Against the Wall

While Rosemary continued her explanation, Zuqetta would begin to sway side to side with a look of confusion. At first it felt as though the drink she hadd found a personal distaste for would come back to haunt her at any moment, but the longer she held down the feeling, the more wobbly she began to feel; for lack of a better term. "Hehe, freedom sounds fun.." Zuqetta mumbled as she nearly fell to the side; flinching immediately and sitting herself back up with a suspicious expression as she looked around the room. "Who...?" She questioned, looking for the one who she believed pushed her, before hearing Taori's firm refusal of the invitation.

"Feh! You're a lame old man, aren'tcha!?" Zuqetta exclaimed in an overly loud tone, "How-how's she s'pose ta learn ta control'er form if'sh never transfermsss!" Zuqetta protested as she slammed her hand into the table; her words slurring as she went on, becoming a bit more confusing to understand.

She narrowed her eyes at Taori as her face became flush, glaring at him as she continued to sway about; having an adverse reaction to the alcohol that now ran through her system. "If-If-If you was a MAN! Then you'ds... you would take're! An protect! Ya damn... coward!!" She would finish, before falling forward and slamming her forehead into the table; though with no reaction other than a growling stomach, "Hahahahaha! We sssuld get sssome food!!" Zuqetta would laugh, seeming as though she had completely forgotten the aggressive tone she'd just taken with Taori.

Zuqetta would remained slumped over on the table; her tail swaying and twitching about aggressively in spite of her body remaining mostly motionless. This would be a learning experience for her, assuming she remembered anything; she and alcohol did not mix.

As Rosemary followed up, arguing the situation against Taori; Zuqetta would open her eyes in annoyance to the whole thing. She empathized with Rosemary's words, and had already said it herself as well; being afraid of going Oozaru simply because of the lack of control just simply WASN'T the Saiyan way! Sluggishly, Zuqetta would begin to rise back up; knocking over her mug of rum as she sprawled across the table and used it to maintain her bearings. "Hehehe, YEAH!" Zuqetta exclaimed, "Hypocry! Coward! Baby man!!" Zuqetta chided with laughter as she swayed about; before reaching over for her knocked over mug, "Go afed an' lose control!!" With that, Zuqetta would fling the mug with reckless abandon; missing Taori however, and accidentally sticking it upon an Saiyan who sat far upon the bar.

The mug would shatter, and the establishment would fall momentarily silent as the man rose. He was a Saiyan of an incredible stature, standing at least eight feet in height with a massively wide build to match. His hair was much like Zuqetta's, a massive unruly mane; as he turned about, his equally massive and unruly beard and stash combo would be on full display. Silently, the man would make his approach to their table; yet with every step the establishment would seem to rumble. Upon making it to the table, the man would place an open palm upon it; display his thick as a tree arm with it's pulsating veins.

"Which one of you runts threw that?" He would say calmly in a low tone, removing his tail from his waist and slamming it into the floorboards; destroying the floor where he struck instantly.

Coupled with the mans size, he exerted a power level of around nine-thousand; though he would be matching any royal guards or advanced military personnel, his power was more than enough to silence the band of rag tag mercenaries that frequented this particular tavern.

Zuqetta gazed up upon the man with half lidded eyes, completely unaware of the danger she was presently in before suddenly breaking out into laughter. "Pffft, dat waz me!" She admitted with an overly wide smile, "Whatcha gonna do 'bout it~?" She teased, nearly falling over as she spoke due to her present level of intoxication.

The man would breath heavily as he listened to Zuqetta confession, before grabbing the table with both hand. "What am I gonna do...?" He questioned, ripping the table up from it's bolted position upon the floor and tossing it aside, "I'll show you what I'm gonna do!" He yelled as his energy began to flare up around him.

Many had already taken to fleeing the establishment; however a small few remained completely unfazed, still sitting at their tables and booths respectively and enjoying their drinks and food. Of those who all remained, their powers rested between four to eight thousand; clearly indicating a particular air about this place. Strangely enough, even the bartender himself remained unfazed; yet for some reason, couldn't be sensed at all. So above it all in spite of his establishment being wrecked; he simply remained behind the bar and continued to wash his dishes for future use, while the rest of his staff coward behind the bar itself for safety.