Bia tipped her glass toward the woman approvingly. "That's the spirit! Plenty of punchable faces around when you start to look. That guy, for instance?" She jerked her chin in the direction of a clurichaun at the far end of the bar, his body slumped so far forward his beard almost trailed into his whiskey. "Fuckin' brony. Like, why you gotta do that, man? It's a little kids' show. Go fuck a centaur if that's what does it for ya, don't make it creepy."