As the men crashed into their table, Wrath just picked up her glass and continued talking. "NO I haven't kissed him and he would cut off my head with his stupid materializing sword if I did!" she hissed. "I am not going to fuck a saint, okay! He just-" she cut off before she said the words 'understands me'. "-he's as fucked up as I am is all."
As the fight broke out, Nicholas Rowland was sitting in his office looking over the accounts. He heard footsteps running towards him and then his bartender interrupted his work with, 'trouble, boss'.
Nicholas wasn't really used to fights in his bar. That was usually for places with a little less class that his. Still, when alcohol and people mixed, it happened occasionally. He stood and ran out into the club where he immediately spotted two men fighting in front of a table of two women. A fire ignited in his heart. If those idiots hurt those woman in his bar-
"HEY!" he yelled, and the musicians who had awkwardly been trying to ignore the fight and keep playing finally gave up altogether. Nicholas was powerfully-built and he was tall as well. He wasn't afraid to get right in there. He jumped in-between the men and pulled them apart. "What the hell is going on here?" he asked the women while the men he was holding apart still tried to get to each other.