"Oh come on, I'm sure you can't get many offers of a good time from anyone normal. You should be flattered."

For the first time Jayden fully looked the guy in the face and smirked.  "Do I really look like the kind of girl who wants someone 'normal'?  Isn't that kind of like saying I want someone boring and dull?"  It wasn't about being a mutant, it was about standing out and being exceptional.  One frat boy was all too similar to another frat boy as to another frat boy.  That and she liked girls, but that was missing the point entirely.

She took a very large drink of her beer, finishing it.  It didn't take a genious to predict that things were about to get messy and the last thing she wanted to do was to waste alcohol.  Some might say that was a crime in and of itself and she was inclined to agree.  The time of crime even criminals would do well to avoid.

"I'd take the girls advice."

Seems like she'd found an ally in her new drinking partner.  Well.  Things were about to get interesting.

Henry continued to watch as a patronizing smile left the frat boys face. He didn't glare or shout, but there was a dangerous gleam in his eyes as he turned and began to stalk away from the bar. Henry let out a slight chuckle, Watchung the man back down.

He was perhaps five feet away when he looked back and Henry heard a guttural sound coming from the man. A second later he spit and Henry watched the spray fly towards his drinking companion.

"#### off bitch." He said, voice full of venomous hate.

Henry felt a warriors rage race through him. Maybe it was the booze, maybe he was just on edge due to the anniversary of his divorce. Either way it changed nothing as he downed the last of his drink, stood up drunkenly and threw his glass at the guys face.

He had apparently drank more than he realized because he missed the frat boys face. Instead the glass smashed into the man's jaw and continued to soar until it hit the floor and shattered.

The frat boys friends rose in fury and the guy Henry had hit looked back at him, his jaw bleeding and rushed the soldier.

Never a dull moment.

So it looked like they were actually going to back down.  Well, wasn't that disappointing. She was actually starting to look forward to stretching her muscles a bit and pounding those smirks off of those smug faces.  Oh well, guess they were smarter than they looked.

Jayden had just turned back around and was about to order herself another drink when she heard the sounds of phlegm being brought into the guys mouth and felt the hot, wet spittle collide with the back of her head.  F*ck it all, they so had something bad coming to them!

Snarling, she turned around just in time to see her drinking companion throw his glass at the face of one of the guys and have it collide with his jaw.  First blood was theirs!  

Jumping to her feet, she charged the nearest of the frat boys and if her was a little unsteady from the drink, he made a large target and she hadn't drank so much as to be without her faculties.

The girl charged the nearest guy, who just so happened to be the same one Henry had just hit with his glass and the soldier took off to enter the frey. He was taller than the girl and even drunk his legs propelled him past the pair and into the larger group.

He threw a punch that hit one of the men as another grabbed Henry by the back am of his shirt and flung him at the table. The alcohol stole Henry's balance and he fell into the table. He had enough sense to turn as he fell and his back hit the cool wood as multiple fists came down.

Drinking had one advantage. It made you numb. Henry barely felt the punches, though his rational mind reminded him the damage was still being done. The soldier grabbed an incoming arm and rolled. There was a nasty cracking sound followed by as cry of pain as he bent the arm a direction it shouldn't have gone and he pulled himself off the table and onto the floor.

He saw legs round the corner of the table and Henry kicked a chair into them. A man fell and Henry rolled on top of him hammering blows down at the man. He felt a smile spread across his face. Damn if it wasn't just a little therapeutic.

Sometimes it just felt good to punch a guy.  Its not like she made a habit of punching people out for no reason, but she had to admit that there was something cathartic in the act.  What better way to release pent up energy and stress than to add a few new bruises and cuts to a deserving foe?  No better way at all!

Her first punch thrown landed with a very satisfying 'thud' and while the man didn't crumple to the ground, he was clearly rocked.  She was being good and everything, didn't even bring out the claws and attempt to draw blood.  Pretty little face like that, he would scar oh so nicely too.  Well, there was still time for that.

While her attention was taken by the man in front of her, another of the frat boys came up from behind, wound up and broke a wooden chair across her back.  She winced with pain.  Even through the thick scales, it hurt like a b*tch and would probably leave bruises.  Because of scales she wasn't presently curled up on the ground in agony.

Spinning to face the second foe, she slashed with claws out this time, resulting in 4 shallow red lines across his face.  By this time her original enemy had steadied himself enough to spin and sweep her legs out from under her and she went crashing to the ground.

He felt hands pull on him as he hit the guy on the floor. Two of his buddies hauled Henry off the guy and the soldier had just a moment to see the girl get a chair smashed into her. She took the blow with inhuman durability and rounded on the man, slashing across his face. The original man then took her off her feet.

They were outnumbered severely, and knowing how to fight could only do so much. The man Henry had hit on the floor seemed to be out cold but that still left them with two to one odds. Henry threw his weight back against the guys pull him and felt the pair fall, him on top.
he rolled under the table and grabbed the support, dropping it so the table fell between him and the men. He jumped to his feet.

There was a tell tale click and Henry rounded to see the bartender holding a Shotgun. The barrel was pointed at the man standing over the girl.

"That's enough dammnit." He shouted.

Having a gun gave you authority. The Frat guy stopped above the girl and raised his arms. The other guys all seemed to do the same.

"Your making a mess of my bar. If you have a problem take it the hell out of here. Otherwise pay your tabs and sit the F*** down." He exclaimed.

As soon as she'd crashed to the ground, the man responsible for her downfall pounced on top of her and began raining punches down upon her unprotected face.  She struggled to maneuver herself up and out from under him, not having a lot of success.  Half again her size and physical stronger, her mutant power didn't provide any advantage in that sort of situation.  

After what felt like minutes but was probably only handful of seconds, and with thoroughly battered, she finally managed to gain enough traction to knee him squarely in the groin.  The little moan he let out was oh so satisfying and she jumped back to her feet.  The idiot she'd slashed with her claws was still clutching at his face and screaming in pain.  

Then, suddenly, there was the bartender holding a shotgun.  

"That's enough dammnit."

Crap.  Apparently the others in the fight had a similar sentiment as, all of a sudden, no one was beating on anyone else.  Funny how a loaded shotgun could elicit such a reaction.  Man, was the bar ever trashed.  

The Shotgun was pointed at the man standing over the girl, but Henry could tell that the bartender was staring deliberately at him. The solider looked around the room and proceeded to shamble over to the bar.

"They started it." He said drunkenly.

The bartender gave him a glare but was obviously happy that the fighting had ceased.

"You hit him with a glass." The bartender barked back.

Henry have a shrug.

"He spit on her. My hand slipped. I've had quite a few wholly unintentional." He replied.

The bartender looked less than pleased as he surveyed the damage and the crowd.

"Is everyone going to play nice? And who the hell is paying for the damages?" He spat at them.