So there's a couple headcannons I have that led to this.

First being that I'm whole-heartedly convinced that Isa's bitchy personality is completely different when she's drunk. (Speaking from experience on this one)

Secondly, I fully believe that Pepa is a brawler. She's always ready to fight. But, that doesn't mean all her fights are in anger and end up ripping the town apart by a hurricane. SOmetimes there's just the urge to start a fight, or finish it. Ya'know?

Enjoy~

It's been four months since the restoration of their home, and the return of their miracle. Things had changed so much in that short time. Instead of relying on only the Madrigals and their gifts, the town and its people banded together to solve their everyday problems.

The change was welcomed and far overdue.

The day started with just a normal shopping trip. The usual group of traveling merchants, along with some new faces, were set up along one of the side streets of the Encanto. There were a few things that Pepa needed to get in town, and all three of her sobrinas joined in.

They'd spent nearly three hours in the shopping square. Unlike her sisters, Luisa didn't find anything that caught her eye. Mirabel managed to find some new fabric textures and colors that she added to her collection. Two books on foreign plant life caught Isabela's attention. She bought them, hoping to test the abilities of her ever-growing powers.

After their shopping spree, Mirabel mentioned to the others about being hungry. The other women agreed. It didn't take long for Pepa to decide on a place to take her nieces out.

'La Escupidera Magica', or The Magic Spittoon, was one of the three taverns in the Encanto, and the favorite of the Madrigal triplets.

"This is nice, all of us being out like this." Luisa said with a smile. Looking around the bar, taking in the scenery. Though she was almost twenty, this was the first time she'd ever been in a tavern. Prior to the rebuilding of their home, she had far too many chores to take the time to relax.

She watched as Pepa, Mirabel and Isabela all nodded in agreement. "Luisa's right. Why haven't we done this before?"

The Golden Child shrugged. "We never had time."

A woman approached the table, a tray of drinks effortlessly balanced on her right hand. Her jet-black hair was pulled up into a bun that rested on the top of her head. Setting the tray down, she pulled off the drinks. With a practiced pace, she placed two glasses of red wine in front of Luisa and Isabel. A glass of lulada was handed to Mirabel. The glass that was set in front of their aunt was considerably different. Small broken up chunks of ice mixed in with the murky white color. The top of the glass was decorated with a small, multicolored umbrella.

"A glass of wine for you two. For the kid, a glass of our finest lulada. And for you dearest Pep, a surprise." Without missing a beat, the woman spoke as she winked at Pepa. "Paul's new creation. Rum, whiskey, and coconut."

Swirling the drink around, Pepa lifted the glass to her lips. Turning back to the bar where Paul stood, she gave him a thumbs up. Luisa could smell the large amount of alcohol coming from the mixed drink and shared a confused look with her sisters. "I didn't know you liked rum, Tía."

"Yeah well." Pepa said as she took the small umbrella out of her drink, placing it on the table. "I can't exactly drink it with dinner."

Mirabel pulled her glass closer, taking a sip out of the straw. "You don't like wine?"

"She's not allowed to have wine." The waitress laughed.

Pepa waved her hand, shooing her away. "No one asked you, Paola."

Three pairs of curious eyes stared back at the dark-haired bartender. "Why can't Tía have wine?"

"It makes her emotional." Paola whispered, not so quietly. She ignored the annoyed look from the redhead. She'd been waiting tables at her parent's tavern for the better part of thirty years. She remembered what the patrons could, and could not, handle. Since they were frequent guests, especially in their younger days, she made a special note to keep track of the Madrigals and their tolerances.

Paola knew that Julieta could drink wine, Pepa could drink anything but wine, and Bruno... Well Bruno couldn't handle anything stronger than a simple beer. Not that it'd stopped him from trying to out drink his sisters. His efforts were always valiant. But he never came close to beating either of the girls.

His sisters could drink anybody in the Encanto under the table.

"And mixing whiskey and rum doesn't?" Isabel raised an eyebrow.

"No. Just wine." Pepa shrugged.

The younger Madrigals shared a look. Luisa shrugged, taking a sip of her own drink. "Alright then."

Surprisingly, it only took three drinks for Isabel to get a buzz. Mirabel and Luisa laughed as they watched their sister practically drag their aunt to the open dancefloor. The pair watched their tipsy sister throw her hands in the air, covering them in rainbow colored flower petals. The younger sisters watched as the oldest tried to match Pepa's dance moves. Her brows furrowed as she watched Pepa do a spin. Without warning, Isabela threw herself into a spin. But hers had far too much power. If it weren't for Pepa's quick reflexes, she would have ended up face down on the ground. Mirabel couldn't help the smug smile that formed on her face as she watched her sister.

Oh, the blackmail she'd get tonight.

Movement caught Mirabel's eyes. One of the young men from the merchant stand walked over to Isabela. "Hey there bonita. My name's Miguel."

"Sorry, I'm not interested." Isa said, not bothering to stop dancing.

"You don't even know me."

This time, Isabela stopped. She fixed him with the best glare she could manage. "And I don't want to. Now leave me alone."

Miguel reached out, latching onto Isa's arm as she tried to walk away. "I'm not done talking to you yet!"

Pepa was by her side in an instant. "Ay, hands off."

"Why don't you mind your own business, bitch." He snarled, not bothering to actually look at Pepa.

Firmly, she pushed Miguel back. Stumbling slightly, Miguel lost his grip. Pepa stepped up, keeping Isabela safely behind her. "This is my business. That's my sobrina, and she asked you to leave her alone."

"I don't care who she is. She's not just going to ignore me."

"It's okay Tía." Isabela muttered. The whole thing sobered her up rather quickly. She could see the small cloud appearing over her aunt's head, showing her annoyance. "Let's go back to our table. I could use a drink anyway."

Taking a deep breath, the cloud disappeared. Giving her a soft smile, Pepa nodded. "Alright."

Miguel reached out, pulling on Isabela's shoulder. "Hey! You're not just going to walk away from me when I'm talking to you!"

"Big mistake." One of the men at the far end of the bar muttered into his drink.

"Let her go." The cloud above her head was back in full force. The man paid no attention to it. The fierce glare was enough for him to release his hold on Isabela's shoulder. Widening his stance, he puffed up his chest.

"Don't do it, kid." Another man muttered. His, and all the other patrons, eyes were glued to the trio.

His friend beside him nudged him, an excited smile on his face. "He's going to do it."

"Tía!" Luisa stood up so quick the chair behind her fell.

"Hey! Don't stop her! We haven't seen a proper PTD in forever!" Another man shouted at the girls.

"PTD?" Mira and Luisa shared a confused look. No one in the bar seemed to be concerned that the two were ready to fight.

"Pepa Throw Down. It's what they call your Tía's fights. Though, they need to get better names." Paola explained as she walked over to the bar, putting her serving tray down. Leaning up against it, she crossed her arms with a knowing smirk. She'd seen the signs plenty of times. There was only one way this was going to end. "Here we go."

Everyone watched as Miguel threw the first punch. Gently, Pepa pushed Isabela away. Ducking down, his fist met nothing but air. Without hesitation, Pepa threw her own punch.

And then the fight was on.

The two men beside the sisters shared a look. The older of the two held his hand out. "The usual bet?"

"You're on."

"Go Pepa!"

"Should we stop them?" Isabela asked as she made her way back to her sisters. She wanted to pull them apart, but she didn't want to risk hurting her aunt in the process.

"I wouldn't." Paul warned. Early into his bartending career, one of the shopkeepers had a little too much to drink and tried to fight with Bruno about one of his visions. Instead, the redhead took his place and fought the man herself. He still remembered the black eye he'd received for trying to break up the fight. "I learned that lesson the hard way."

"Oh, I remember that!" The drunk threw his head back, letting out a loud echoing laugh. "That's the night she knocked you on your ass, Paulie!"

Paul continued cleaning his glass, unfazed by the man's comments. Holding up to get a clear look of the glass, he spoke. "If I remember right, she laid you out a week before that, Rico."

"Wait, she what?" Mirabel asked. There was no way they were talking about her Tía. Sure, Pepa had a temper, and could be a bit emotional at times. But, that she didn't fight people. Her Tía was too gentle for that. She couldn't hurt a fly.

Rico laughed again, raising his glass before he downed the rest of his drink. He smiled as he remembered his own brawl with Pepa. "Yeah, she did! It was the best fight I've ever been in!"

"Why are you so happy about that?"

"Oh, I asked for it." Rico chuckled. "I drank a little too much that night. And well, one thing led to another, and she knocked me out cold! It was the first and only time I've ever had a woman do that!"

His friend shook his head. "Don't listen to him. I've been at this bar for longer than most of you have been alive. Pepa's knocked Rico around a few times." There was no malice in any of their voices. Their fondness of their stories almost made Luisa afraid to ask.

Almost.

Her curiosity got the better of her, though. This was a new side of the redhead that she'd never seen before. Or even knew existed. She wanted, no. She needed to know more. "How many of you has Tía fought?"

"All of them. Pep has fought almost every man in this tavern at least once." Paola laughed at the shocked expressions she received. "Your Tía's a force to be reckoned with, kids."

The men toasted the air. A chorus of agreements before they downed a round of shots.

"I really hope you two aren't filing my sobrinas heads with your made-up stories, Juan. You either Rico." Pepa said as she wandered over to the group. The girls' eyes widened in disbelief. The only mark Pepa had on her was a busted lip. Miguel, on the other hand, didn't fare as well. He was sprawled out, groaning on the floor. They winced as they watched the blood pour out from his obviously broken nose.

"Made up? Ha!" Juan laughed as Rico slapped some money in his hand. "We wouldn't dare sully your title like that."

"Her title?"

"Of course, we don't call her the 'Walking Hurricane' for no reason!"

"Do you want to hear about the time she took on ten men?"

"Yes!" All three nearly shouted, excited to hear more. Each of them pulled up a chair, making a semi-circle around the two men.

I think you need some new stories." Pepa rolled her eyes at the men. Looking over to Paul, she nodded. A new drink slid down the bar, stopping right in front of her. Moving to sit on the stool, she took another drink, ready listen to the wild stories the pair were about to tell.

Julieta put her book down, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. She felt a feeling suddenly wash over her. The feeling was familiar, yet she couldn't quite place it. "I have a feeling."

"What kind of feeling?" Agustín questioned as he played a few keys on the piano. The two were in the living room. He occupied the bench at the piano while Julieta sat in an overstuffed chair, reading a book. He watched with an amused smile as his wife slowly looked around their Casita. Trying to find anything out of the ordinary.

"I don't know yet."

"I'm sure everything's fine. Abuela's out on the town. Dolores is on a date with Mariano. Bruno and Antonio out looking for new animal friends. Félix and Camilo are upstairs. And our girls are out with Pepa."

"Mom!" Mirabel's voice echoed throughout their home.

Julieta shot him a look. "You had to say something."

Her children burst through the archway a moment later. "Mom why didn't you tell us Tía Pepa could fight!"

Well, that explained her feeling.

Getting up from her chair, she walked to her daughters. She caught the streak of red and yellow heading towards the kitchen. The healer followed, with her daughters on her heels.

"Ay Pepa." Julieta said as she tilted her sister's head, examining the split lip. "Sit."

"It's nothing. I'm fine."

The annoyed look she sent her sister silenced her. With a shrug, she sat down on the kitchen chair that Casita pulled out. Turning to her daughters, she raised her eyebrow. "What happened?"

"We were out shopping, and decided to stop by the tavern to get a drink."

"Everything was going good until one of the travelling merchants tried to hit on Isa! She told him she wasn't interested and asked him to leave and he didn't."

"Then they started arguing, and Tía stepped in!"

"And then he grabbed me!"

"And then she fought him!"

"You should have seen her!"

Julieta sighed as she pulled out one of the leftover arepas she'd made earlier that day. Shoving it into her sister's mouth, she turned to her daughters. "Mijas, can you give us a minute?"

The girls shared a look, but nodded. Turning her attention back to her sister, she watched as the cut on her lip knitted itself back together. "How many this time?"

"Just one."

"How bad was it?"

"He only got one hit in." Pepa said with a shrug. "I'm not as quick as I used to be."

"Could have surprised me." Julieta muttered. "Thank you, for standing up for Isa."

"Juli, you know I'll protect my family, no matter what." Pepa said. Julieta knew all too well.

When it came to protecting the ones she loved, Pepa paid no mind to the consequences. Over the years Julieta witnessed her sister protect her familia time and time again, without hesitation. It didn't matter if it were raiders, or someone stepping too far out of line with her brother. Pepa was at the front of the line, ready to defend them.

It scared her.

There'd been plenty of times in their younger days that Pepa'd come home a bloody mess. And every time, it was Julieta that had to fix her. It broke her a little every time when Pepa took matters into her own hands. Bruno didn't like to fight. Julieta was more than willing to stand with Pepa, but unlike her sister, she couldn't be healed by her gift. They'd learned that the hard way. And since that day, Pepa refused to let her fight.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she could practically hear her daughters gushing. "You know they're never going to stop talking about this."

"Tell me about it. Rico and Juan kept telling them stories." Pepa groaned.

"Oh no. Not those two." Julieta laughed. Rico and Juan were two farmers that frequented the tavern. They were nearly ten years older than the triplets. And they'd been present for every altercation that had ever taken place inside its walls.

They also had a way of exaggerating their stories.

"Oh yes. Those two."

"Camilo! You missed it! We got to watch Tía take out like ten men at a bar fight!" Mirabel's shout echoed throughout the house. Pepa was glad that her mother wasn't home.

"What!? I missed it?!"