- What do you mean, "enough"? – there was a menacing growl, cold and frightening, to the point of trembling. – It's me who will decide here when I have enough and when not.
Artemis blinked slowly and rounded her eyes when something that looked painfully like a bar stool flew past her face.
Letting out a startled sigh, she closed her eyes, threw her head back to the ceiling and noisily sucked in air through her small nose, clenching her fists.
- But we have nothing left. - The elf bartender calmly replied, and immediately the bottles in the inner drawer of the table, which he had hidden from Raphael, shattered with a ringing crack, and a huge puddle of hot liquid accumulated under his feet.
- Ouch. - Raphael grinned maniacally, throwing anger with his scarlet eyes. – I think I found something.
He pushed off the bar with his hand and lost his balance for a moment, feeling his legs give way before he grabbed the next chair.
