Anya swirled her drink in her glass, watching the amber liquid catch the light before taking another slow sip.
Aria leaned against the bar with a casual yet attentive posture, her own drink resting in front of her, untouched for now.
"You? Out of control?" Aria smirked. "Now that's something I wouldn't expect."
Anya rolled her eyes. "Tch. Don't act so surprised. Sometimes things don't go my way, and when that happens, well..." She took another sip, her lips curling into a smirk.
"Glass shatters. Walls get dents. Some poor training dummies get wrecked."
Aria chuckled. "Sounds about right. You've always been wild, you tend to power through everything, and when in doubt, you'd simply use your fists to solve your problems."
Anya scoffed, setting her glass down with a soft clink. "Please. You make it sound like I'm some wild animal. I know how to keep myself in check. Most of the time."