She realizes the glances and cold shoulders thrown her way from the other guests of The Cheap Prayer and ignores it, but she catches a glance from a certain blonde-haired man who is now concentrating on ther solo performance on the stage.
The substance she just drank exaggerates her every sensory device as well as her temper. And so, unreasonably, she stands up and wobbles toward the man. "You..." she slurs while pointing at the man still leaning back and watching the woman sing. The man probably did not notice her pointing as it was more of a coarse whisper than the intended shout.
She stumbles between the chairs, invoking strange looks from almost everyone in the tavern. Even the lady performing on the stage seems to be distracted by her actions. Asuka almost trips over a chair, but she steadies herself and continues to stagger to the man. She slams her uninjured hand on his table, using the hand to also balance herself as the room seems to be spinning very quickly, "You... what are you looking at?"
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The substance she just drank exaggerates her every sensory device as well as her temper. And so, unreasonably, she stands up and wobbles toward the man. "You..." she slurs while pointing at the man still leaning back and watching the woman sing. The man probably did not notice her pointing as it was more of a coarse whisper than the intended shout.
She stumbles between the chairs, invoking strange looks from almost everyone in the tavern. Even the lady performing on the stage seems to be distracted by her actions. Asuka almost trips over a chair, but she steadies herself and continues to stagger to the man. She slams her uninjured hand on his table, using the hand to also balance herself as the room seems to be spinning very quickly, "You... what are you looking at?"