*Keeping her composure, Psyri swivels around on her stool to face the three drunks; and smiles, grinning widely through her teeth. Eying them over, at a glance, she answers their requests, in a low but forceful growl.*
"First of all, I don't think any of you slobbering, stinking, pin-dicks could even get a hard-on, in your sad condition. And second...if any one of you has the marble-sized 'nads to try and touch me...I'll rip your arm off and bash your skull and brains in, with it."
"First of all, I don't think any of you slobbering, stinking, pin-dicks could even get a hard-on, in your sad condition. And second...if any one of you has the marble-sized 'nads to try and touch me...I'll rip your arm off and bash your skull and brains in, with it."