Imenry turned, her hand curling into a fist as she ducked away from the swing of the chair. She shifted up in her chair, throwing her weight into the punch that cracked against the man's jaw, sending him reeling backwards.
She shook out her hand and picked up the glass, and downed it all in one throw, before slamming it down to the table. Her breath wooshed out slowly at the strong hit of liquor and she quirked a brow.
"Not that I don't want to discuss this further, but this is quickly becoming an unsuitable place for any type of conversation."
She reached for her sword first, pack second and eyed the rain pelting on the window. "Looks like it's just as much of a mess out there, but I accept your offer, or perhaps offers? We should go."
Normally payment was left on the table, but with this mess she'd pass it directly to the tender on her way out, otherwise someone would be stealing it in the scuffle, undoubtedly.