_{God, they were idiots. She could practically feel her IQ dropping from being in close proximity to their conversation. Drunk people shouldn’t ramble about politics. Better yet, they shouldn't talk. Elsa could think of a couple different ways to silence them but it was difficult to think of the quiet nonviolent answer. But she’d never been one to dance around the problem.}

               _{"I’ll give you both two hundred bucks to get out.“}

        _{Money spoke volumes, but in this case he didn’t work out in her favor. The bigger of the two drunkards eyed her over a moment and she already knew where this was going. A very irritating place. And then he opened his mouth and sure enough, she wished she’d just ice their drinks. Gotten the glass tuck to their hands so that they’d have to go to the hospital. But no, she had to be nice. How stupid of her.}

                            _{”Or we could just take all you got.“}

          _{Of course. Because pretty women by themselves in bars were defenseless. She rolled her eyes, her arms remained crossed by Elsa seemed no more concerned than she was a moment earlier.}

              _{"You could try.”}