Kiernan/Mag/Open
"You did shots with Ric?" Kiernan shook his head with a chuckle. "Brave woman. Impressive, though, that you're still standing. Well," he noted that she was technically sitting, but the point remained, "you know what I mean. And you wouldn't be the only one sitting out the next attack if it came right this second, at least of those of us still of sound mind not to." He glanced over at the others in the bar and laughed again. "Some here are just drunk enough to think they'd be invincible. Some might even get drunk enough to think we're under attack anyway!"
The last bit was more for the bartender's benefit, and Kiernan's grin turned a little more malicious when he regarded the man again. "You act like I'm the first, last, and only person to ever destroy your property." He bit his tongue on the Good luck tossing all of us out bit. It was better not to tempt someone who was plenty annoyed with him and ruin Ric's and Bella's birthdays. "Don't you have other customers who need serving anyway?"
Turning back to Mag, he put the charm back on and he winked in agreement. "It's too early to be turning in, anyway. Probably should get you a water after that cider, though, just to make sure you can go on longer."
Kiernan followed Mag's gaze to the Blades and let out one singular laugh. "Ha! That, I'd pay to see. I wonder if we could encourage it along somehow."