What can I get you? [OPEN; No violence... Maybe]

As par usual, the stag was in a hideous mood. But then again when was there a time when he was ever just a smiling, giggling mess of a man? Honestly, rarely unless he was around Cadence then he was a rather decent magi being. But as of late he hadn't been around the sweet bird and so it was rather easily for him to remain in his sour mood. Not to mention he had recently ran into his son of a bitch ex that had given him some bitter medicine. 

Looking for a way to vent his frustrations he skipped work and went straight to a bar instead. Maybe a few drinks would settle him down back into a workable mood that wasn't about shoving a two by four into someones rare end. But alas, as soon as he approached the bar there was a racist little jerk spewing off some rather rude remarks. The stag frowned heavily and with a twitch of his brow he wasted no time in shutting up the man quickly. 

With a single swift motion he slammed the man's face right into the counter as hard as possible, all while taking a seat next to him. The man's skull bounced across the counter and onto the back of the stool as his limp body crumbled to the ground. Ah, knocking someone out cold was always a great feeling. Shaking out his hand he looked towards the woman. "He's gonna have a nap. But I want a cocktail of some kind. I don't care whats in it." 

Lazily, Sterling rested the side of his face against a closed fist. Green orbs shut softly as he merely listened to the sounds of the bar around him. He heard the music, the giggling girls and the patrons that where more then thrilled to throw money at the their feet. Normally, Sterling would be up on that stage and shaking his little tail around. It was a job he enjoyed and sometimes he would even go home with others if they paid him enough. 

Usually, though no one could afford him as he put his rates pretty high up there and for good reason. He had a sibling to look after. One that was very much like him who liked to live comfortably. Cracking an eye open he looked down at the man who was out like a light. Good, he would remain that way for a good while. The stag smirked down as he watched a trail of thin blood flow from the man's nostrils. Racist dicks where everywhere, including himself. While human's hated his kind he hated theirs just as equally.

The sudden appearence of a glass decorated with a lime made him smile with pleasure. He gave the woman a soft nod of thanks. He took to nursing the drink and merely watched the man get dragged away. He would remain silent until the woman addressed him. In which he turned his vision towards her and stared. She had some nice horns on her head and it almost made him miss his antlers that he sawed off constantly when they grew back in. Which reminded him, he would need to get a new saw soon. The last one finally broke and he could feel the small nubs of the antlers settling back into place. 

Following her gaze to his hand he chuckled lightly. "I'm much better now, thanks. I needed a good punching bag tonight. Just so happened he made the best target." He paused to take a small sip of his drink. "What about you? Feelin' all right?"

The stag shrugged his shoulders without much concern. ”I’ve dealt with worse.” Which was true. He had dealt with so much worth in his short life that slamming a mans head against a counter was nothing. He had to deal with hunters all the time as well as his ex, which pissed him off. He didn’t understand Ripley nor would he ever. The man was high as a kite as always and nothing but a freaking leg stealing jerk! One day, he would figure out the best way to get his revenge on the crazy human. However, this was not his problem right now. He was here to drink away his personal problems and not think on them.

He turned his attention back to the girl before him and watched her without much personal interest. It was just something to do as she was in his line of vision. ”And I’ve felt worse. Only stings for a moment unlike what he is gonna feel when he wakes up.” He smirked devilishly with some sick pride in causing someone physical pain. It always felt good to put a human into their place. He was lucky that he wasn’t set on fire which was usually Sterling’s first reaction.

Making a sound of discontent, ”That’s bullshit.” Taking another sip of his drink he would then add to his sentence. ”Well aren’t we all fucking different. You got shit and I got shit. Doesn’t mean human’s have a right to give us shit for it.” Taking the lime from the drink, the stag bit into it and ripped the fruit apart. Chewing on it, he looked over his shoulder too see if anyone else had something to say to them. So far, it looked like everyone was keeping their respective distance from him and the girl before him.

”All of em are shit heads…”

Yeah, that guy was going to have quite the headache later on this night. As soon as he would wake up he was going to wish he hadn't. Sterling was never gentle when it came to bashing peoples skulls in. In fact, he considered it to be a form of artwork. One had to have a certain flare with their movements and find the most perfect angle to cause the most damage. Depending on the amount of force and matter ones head was going to connect with would offer the best facial expressions.

Wait a second, he was starting to sound just like the very person he wanted to shove a two by four into. This only caused the stag to groan in irritation as he held his head with one hand. Really, did he have to start thinking like Ripley? The man was on a constant high and about art did this mean he was picking up on that again? Luckily, his attention was diverted away from the human on his thoughts and back to the girl. He eyed the drink carefully for a moment as he debated on the freebie. This lasted only for a moment as he pushed his empty glass towards her and took the newly made one. 

"Let's just say I am trying very hard to avoid an Ex, that I wouldn't mind running through with a pair of scissors."  

Nursing his drink, he took to leaning back in his seat without much of a care in the world. Sure, he was still pretty much on the pissed side of the spectrum but when wasn't he? He always had a bone to pick with someone. It didn't matter who they were, where they came from, or what they said. Their face would always be bashed in for something. 

Looking down at his drink he would shrug her shoulders at her. He wasn't overly certain he wanted to talk to anyone about Ripley. That was his personal business and not for strangers to hear. But for some reason he felt himself talking about him anyways, "Meh, what hasn't that asshole done?" He chimmed in with acid. Ripley always managed to put him into a foul mood. It made him want to slam some wonderful faces into the nearest brick wall, if one was available. 

"Do yourself a favor, Hun. Never get involved with some nasty ass human. Especially, one that seems to be as high as a freaking kite twenty-four seven." With that said, he would nurse his drink whole heartly until she offered a name. He gave her a small nod in showing he did hear her and that he would try to remember the name. Though he would more then likely fail at completing such task. 

"Sterling." Was the only thing he offered for a name. 

"Funny," He would say with a rather amused look making him a bit devilish while twirling his glass idly. Watching the liquid spin before swinging it back to consume it all in one go. It probably wasn't the best idea in the world but who said Sterling ever cared about that? "It almost sounds like your hitting on me." 

Putting the glass down lightly on the counter he would then shake his head. "Sadly, I'll have to pass on that." He chuckled lightly. Not one to turn away drinks, Sterling would accept it without question. However, at the mention of her wanting to hear about Ripley made him pause. He turned to regard her with slight interest as he was pretty unsure if he was willing to share all that information or not. 

Well, apparently, that didn't matter so much because he was drinking quite a bit and now with another drink he was more willing to speak and not get to the point of being extremely pissed off. "Pff, he aint anyone important. Just a goddamn human that I wanna beat in the head with a two by four."