Storm drops back onto her barstool as Nill returns to her seat.

The barkeep shouts at them. "This is a fine tavern! I don't need nobody climbing on my shit! Keep yer friend on a leash or sumthin'!"

Storm groans and presses her hands to her temples. "Sorry. Sorry."

When Thrixel touches Nill and she spazzes out and runs for the door, Storm can only watch. She sighs, turning back to her mug. She wraps her hands around the mug and hugs herself to it, groaning and mumbling to herself. Then she huffs a breath and looks at Thrixel.

"Ya know. Kinda rude to go grabbing someone's wings like that. How would you like it if someone did that to you?" Her expression turns flat. "Ya know what, don't answer that. I don't think I want to know."

Then she turns back to her drink.

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