*Ivana spun round to look Morton in the eyes. Her emerald green eyes shimmering in the bar lights.*
"Barmaid?... Why... Bah. Get your own bloody drink!"
*She threw the Watermelon and slapped Morton across the face as hard as she could before storming out of the bar. Items being thrown across a back room and smashing could be heard very clearly.*
Bravery is being the only one who knows you're afraid. - David Hackworth (1930 - 2005)