Another contender enters the fray and she all but stares at the lass, not-so-subtly checking her out, as she lifts herself up and over the rafter with ease. A smug grin spreads across her own face; impressed by both the latter’s strength and audacity to show up not one but three very drunk gentlemen with fragile egos. As the stranger spoke, she gives a raise of her own glass in agreement. “Lady’s right. Pack it up, soldiers.” The mutant crinkles her nose at them, who in turn shot each other questioning glances before they finally start to saunter away from the table. Thank fuck. Bar brawls were fun and all but she wasn’t all too willing to get banned from the best pub in town for putting someone through a table. Shortly after the group’s awkward departure, a waiter comes by to set a fresh basket of fries on the table. Kei mutters a quick thanks and an appreciative nod to the lad before turning her attention to her saving grace for the night. “Thanks for that,” she grabs a fry and pops it in her mouth before nudging it towards the latter in a silent offer. “Can’t say much about my own recovery time though.” She chuckles as she ate, “Can I get you a drink? Or—I don’t know, if you wanna keep doing pull-ups in front of me I’d be happy to spot you.” a shameless grin spreads across her face as she spoke. Kei had never really been the overly flirtatious type but the opportunity pretty much presented itself. What else was she supposed to do, not flirt with the hot lady doing pull-ups at the pub?

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@k-618 "Hey, this physique doesn't maintain itself on fries and booze." Billie flexes cheerfully, effectively side stepping both the offers made. "I could keep going on the pull ups, but I'd hate to show you up after you took such good care of those assholes."