*Lalika hesitates before she walks in...'Oh what the hell!' she mutters furiously to herself, she dosen't care anymore. Rejected and without purpose she makes her way to the bar. "Give me the strongest stuff you have...and a lot of it!" she places a small pouch heavy with coin on the bench. As the waiter gets to work, Lalika looks around, she takes the drinks, as many as she can fit and turns to the waiter "Bring the rest to me out there" she points to the courtyard, "I'll be under that big tree to the right."
Lalika makes her way outside, she crosses her legs, she removes her scabard and sias so she's more comfortably, and and begins a party of her own by herself. Sculling the liqour straight, one by one, one after the other relentlessly...she was only sixteen and she had never had more that a glass of wine, but she presently did not care, and kept on wolfing it down!*