Mistletoe Anon
She gasped, that was much to insulting, even for a drunken rage. Her eyes filled up with tears a plenty, "Tha's below th' belt, mate...below th' belt..." she sniffled, her face all a pout. She grabbed the mug again and tossed it back at him, "Ye' insult my pride ye' bog licker!!" she hissed, "see's if I le' ye' barrow i' a gin!" she said, grabbing another mug and drinking it all in one gulp. Her face was now completely pink with drunken thoughts. oh dear...
Who knows why, but he wasn't expecting her to throw the mug at him again, and it clocked him right in the chin, causing him to fall back. He was already on the floor anyways, so the only thing that was hurt was his pride... and his chin. Suddenly, something stirred in him, and he leaped to his feet with a grace that shouldn't be there for a tipsy Werehog. "Oh, yer gunna be borrowing a whole lot more'n that when I'm done with ya!" he nearly screamed. And with that, he leaped on her... which was a horrible idea. One touch was all it took, and he was back on the floor, twitching and all around being pathetic.