Bar fight (public)

It was a normal day in Hueco Mundo. Sun shining down on hollows and Arrancar. 'Though come to think of it was there ever weather other then sun or moon, ehhh she didn't really care.' She thought as she sat in Hollowed End. Hollowed End was the most notable of shops in Thanatos Centro Most hollows just came through to buy upgrades and what not, though some usually ones with a horrible life or with too wild of a personality. While the city was probably relatively new, she really wasn’t sure on that bit, but knew alcohol was distilled just the same by hollows. They were still unhappy human souls in the end, so it wasn’t much of a surprise to Lala Vega when she happened upon the tavern or hollow store or whatever it was. All she cared was it was a place she could get a drink.

Her giant metal hand reached up shoving the door open to reveal a gothic style bar with a hollow as a rug. That wasn’t a rug. It seemed Lala’s strength outdid herself as she had just pushed a hollow to the floor as he was about to walk out. She ignored him stepping over his body and sitting at the bar.

“Gimme something hard.” Lala said to the barkeep. She didn’t care what. She just wanted something to take the edge off her memories, the only painful reminder of her life, the only thing ebbing in her mind, the main thing that drove her temper. Well except when she was drinking. Some would describe her as a nasty drunk but really she was just nasty. Her temper always blinking in her mind just waiting for some asshole to push the wrong button.

As the barkeep sat the drink down she put her hand on the table leaving the few bits hollows used for money, though hers tended to be deformed somewhat on the account of her giant metal hands. It wasn’t easy gripping small coins. She pushed her finger down on the coins to squish them back to a more recognizable shape before reaching over using two fingers to pick up the glass. It wasn’t easy dealing with such huge hands.

Bitter from the alcohol flavor, it wasn’t exactly pleasurable. This stuff was more on the side of turpentine, but it was still drinkable. It eased the pain in her heart with each glass. Though this time, she wasn’t going to get enough in her to forget. A white hand found its way onto her shoulder.

“Hey didya knock my little brother down.” A hollow voice spoke behind her. Lala just let out a sigh.

“Yea he was in my way.” She said. “Well I think we need to step outside then.” The hollow voice spoke before stepping away. She just sighed. It was such an annoyance when somebody interrupted her drinking, but it seemed to be regular occurrence. Somebody was ether pissed off or somebody thought it was a good idea to hit on her. She rotated on the stool standing up. Though she wasn’t one to back down from a fight, for well any reason, she walked outside crossing her arms over her chest, her large hand covering her left shoulder. Hollows starting to gather around chanting, “FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT.”

She had called his bluff. Whether he seriously wanted to fight her or not he had to. She could tell he wasn’t too strong as his first attack was him firing a cero. Lala unfolded her arms while it was charging. Boom it was fired, smoke filled the street. Lala stood there, her massive hand in front of her palm facing towards her.

“Is that it?” It wasn’t even worth her time. She was doing Hueco Mundo a favor killing this guy, seeing the terror on this guy face her right arm started to burn yellow. She then took off running at the low rank hollow slamming her massive right fist into his entire trunk of his body. If that damage wasn’t all a yellow beam erupted out from her hand as the fire on her arm died down, her own cero firing into the air. The hollow vaporizing away. She didn’t even bother to look for wreckage; she just went to head back in the bar.