A large gulp of her last ale and it the mug was finished. Kaylin gave the mug a snarl - it had emptied more sooner than it was supposted to. She growled rather loudly as her eyes set on the barkeep with a cold, fierce stare.
The man looked at her warily, unnerved. "M-Miss," he managed to stammer out. The look she gave him must have actually frightened the poor man, "I t-think you've had your fill. L-ladies can't k-keep their alcohol like m-men can, and y-you have no escort home."
"Oh," she said in a dangerously soft voice that was oddly devoid of any actual emotion, "I don't need a bloody escort, nor do I need the likes of you telling me when I've had too much ale. I am no where near drunk, I assure you. If I were drunk, I would not be talking nor would you be breathing. Now, bring me another ale, and don't water it down - I'm not paying for the last three you brought. You watered it down."