It wasn't clear if the girl was happy or not. Her head was cocked sideways as her blue eyes followed the bartender's every move. Calculating every finger twitch, and snap of the man's knuckles to her right. The white tank top she was wearing apparently attracted more attention than her deer skin vest that hung off her elbows. She leaned forward further letter her brown hair fall onto the bar counter.

"Hurry up." she whined loudly.

The bartender wasn't at all annoyed with her behavior. He had dealt with drunks of every kind, this girl made no difference. He was surprised that she was still awake after the 3 pints she just had. Smiling, he placed a 4 inch glass cup in front of her. A red oily liquid swirled in it, and she drank it. Quickly, and soundless. She grimaced and her head swayed sideways to the boy to her left. He paid her no attention, but he did look annoyed. One had was tucked into his baggy black jeans, and the other held a can of Pepsi.

"Damn government." she said rather loudly. It was clear now that she was drunk.

Setting down his drink the boy took her by the arm, ushering her to stand.

"We need to leave, Sakura." he said calmly.

"I MEAN really…" the girl's voice rose, and fell groggily as she fell back down onto the bar chair. "What is the deal of…Doing ALL THIS…" she hit the counter causing her empty glass to crash onto the floor.

A couple of men in a table a few feet away had grown interested in the drunk's antics. One chuckled loudly as the boy pulled the girl up once again, and tried to lead her away from the counter.

"They'll come after YOU!" she got into the face of a rather intimidating man.

The bartender was busy cleaning pieces of broken glass off the floor as the girl continued her rant.

"Just like they did him." she motioned her finger at the boy near her almost hitting his face.

"Were leaving, Sakura." he said again, moving her hand aside. He understood that she had 0 sanity right now, but he couldn't help but be angry. Angry at alcohol.

"But don't worry…" she swayed sideways hitting a table. The man she had recently badgered was giving the boy an angry look that screamed: "control your woman."

"I have GUNS!" she said loudly. With one last sway of her knees she fell backwards onto the dusty floor of the pub. Unconscious from the loss of brain cells, and alcohol overdose.