[And entitled, good god. Cadence's glare gets even more severe; some of the men who had been staring enviously earlier seem to feel the change in her, and quickly look uneasy and confused.]

And when was the last time you got a no? Not every female you meet is a fucking wilting maiden in a tower, you self-absorbed, glorified leather handbag.

[Her eyes flash something dangerous; she's not a match for him physically, true, but this close to the water? She'd have the advantage if he really was stupid enough to push it.]

Forget the damn drink, I'm going elsewhere. Thanks for ruining my evening, asswipe.

[And with she heads to and out the heavy wooden main door, golden hair reflecting a glimmer of gold as it catches the dim light.]