Alilah was only in the background as the brotherhood members gathered around the tables having the best of their times. Hopefully no fights would arise from the thickened crowd. She glided around tables refilling ale glasses and plates with whatever their hearts desired.

What she loved most was the respect her fellow members had for her. Never groping her butt if she walked by or throwing a glass at her if something did not go their way. Alilah found them all to be her confidants.

True she barely got to go on missions for her group but it was all worth it to see their faces and entrust her. After awhile the crowd turned into only a few people left, then a new face walked through the door.

"Ohhh man..." Alphonse pushed though the doors of the Hidden Badger. "How can I be so stupiiid..." His shoulders slumped as he miserably made his way towards the bar. Everyone around him seemed in good spirits and were chatting away merrily. Alphonse felt like he should be swept underneath a rug and forgotten. I feel like such a jerk...more than a jerk! Um, an asshole! "A huge asshole..." He muttered as he slumped into a bar stool. He was ashamed of what he had said to Sacha. It was unacceptable and he should have kept control of his temper. It told him that he still needed some skills that he could improve on as an assassin.

He sighed heavily and tapped his knuckles on the counter, not looking up. "Can I get a drink, something strong. I need to forget this day..."

"Sounds like you've had a rough one" Alilah said and rummaged though the cabinets until her hand gripped onto the biggest bottle it could find. She smiled brought it to the counter, blowing the dust off of the top. "I have not used this in ages" she said and poured him some.

"What brings you in here?" She asked with a crooked smile. The room was poorly lit so she could not make out his face very well. "I am so sorry if I seem strange" she said and shoved the glass to him. "Drink it slowly, it burns". I really wonder who he is, why haven't I seen him before? Alilah wondered.

Alphonse rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. "I did something only an idiot would do..." He grumbled. "And I'm fixing it the only way I know how." He picked up the glass gingerly and lifted his head to look at it's contents. He grimaced and swirled the cup around slightly as he licked his lips. He raised the glass and took a sip. He face twisted slightly, but before thinking any better he downed all of it's contents in two seconds. He grimaced as it burned down his throat and slammed his head on the counter. It felt like his whole digestive tract had suddenly been doused in acid. "Ugggnn...that felt gooood...Gimme another..." He said into the wood, waving his hand around for the barmaid to see. The pain sort of took his mind off of his earlier behavior. Damn, I don't know what the hell that was but it was good His thoughts strained.

He lifted his head and looked at the barmaid who had served him. His eyelids were blinking at different times. "Do I look like a bad person? Would you hate me?" He asked loudly. He rubbed his nose on the back of his glove and laid his head on his arm. He picked at a notch in the wood with his finger as he planned out how he was going to drown in his own misery.

"The limit is two" Alilah said and poured him another but with a smaller amount. It wasn't that often she had someone like him come into the bar. Someone to just drink their sorrows away one glass at a time. While Alilah watched him drink, she took mental notes on this guy. Deciding never to give him that drink again, she stashed the bottle. "To answer your question," she said while putting it away,"No I do not think I would hate you. I can not hate someone I do not even know. So Tell me then, your name?"

Alilah took a rage out and begin to wipe the counter over the tiny drops he had left "I am Alilah Deliora. Some call me 'ShopsGirl' but I really don't mind that". Another man came to the counter ordering a lite ale, but her attention stayed on this one man as she fixed the other man with his drink.

"Hmmm," Alphonse smiled slightly and put the glass to his lips. "That's a nice name...You seem happy here." He said to the brown-haired girl with a lopsided grin. He stared at her for a while before lowering his eyes. He decided to make his drink last this time by taking little sips, enjoying the tingling feeling as it passed down his trachea. Alphonse decided that he liked this girl, so he decided to be at least a little open with her. After all, what harm could come from it?

"My name is Alphonse Riley De’ Lorme...kinda a mouth full, I know. You can blame my grandfather for that..." He scratched his nose and felt sort of embarrassed. He sipped his drink again and frowned once more when he remember Alilah saying there was a drink limit. He sighed, "You probably already guessed it but...I'm from the French monastery. I left Maximillion to train under Sire...but I'm starting to think I made the wrong decision. I'm pretty sure everyone I've spoken to wants a knife to my throat." He glared at his cup, knowing that it wouldn't be filled again. In Ireland, no one would stand for this treason!! He mentally ranted, his love for sweet alcohol running deep within his veins.

Alilah could tell by his constant starring how much he wanted another glass. "We can not have drunks running around in this tavern ya know... Starting fights and whatnot. Why just last week I had a man walk out of here naked trying to get a kiss from the window," she chuckled slightly. "I may not know who Maximillion is but Sire is a guy I know...even if it is not much about him that I DO know"
Alilah honestly had no clue who were the heads of the brotherhood. All she did was stay in the tavern. If The head told her to kill someone, she'd invite them for a drink. Of course the bitter alcohol that she served them would be there last. But they would never know it until it was to late. Poison.

"I hope I don't catch you doing anything bad" she said and filled him half a cup of a not as strong drink. 'Don't tell my dad I let you have this" she said.

"Thank'ee very much!" Alphonse said, his grin widening. Who knew that my puppy eyes would actually work! I didn't even know I was making puppy eyes! He thought, he gave Alilah a quick wink. "Oh, you can just call me Alphonse by the way." He took a gulp of the drink and lowered the glass back onto the counter. "Oh!" Alphonse raised a finger, suddenly remembering something, "This crazy drunk guy you were talking about..." The redhead trailed off, he had lost his train of thought for a moment. "Oh! What was his name? I think I might know who you're talking about." He laughed and picked up his glass again. "My only 'friend' I guess, if that's what you call him. I heard he's always down here harassing the barmaids and making a fool out of himself...Shaaaaahiiiin!" He said in a sing-songy voice.

"Oh, before I forrrrget," Alphonse's neck lolled in a circle as he drawled. "I jus' wanted to say that you gots pretty eyyyes. Yep!" He leaned back, "I like em! I can tell that...you have a secret. You work under Sire...don't you?" His eyes narrowing. "Oh wait..." Alphonse realized that he had MIGHT have INDIRECTLY told this woman that he was an assassin. Oh shittttt... He hunched his shoulders and huddled his drink closer with his arms, taking a sip of the alcohol. He intended to keep his lips sealed for the remainder of this visit.

"You get drunk too quick" Alilah said and took his glass away, cleaning it out. "But thank you for the compliment, I do appreciate drunken remarks". The men across the bar started singing a merry tune and the tables flipped over to make more room for their delight. "Not again..." she mumbled and jumped onto the counter. "You make the mess you clean it!" she said hopping over to them, picking up trashed glasses and plates before someone smashed them. A huge group of men walked in with bloody shirts and torn clothing. The looks on their faces showed they meant business. The room fell to a quick silence.

Alilah put the delicates down before she even bothered to look at them. "Look this is not the clinic" she said and grabbed her spear. "Oh we only look to drink our pains away from our long battle' The tallest one said and kicked off his mud caked boots.

"I'm not drunk! I've been doing this since I was a baby!" He slurred, mostly on purpose for comic relief. He raised an eyebrow when Alilah suddenly flung herself over the bar. "Mmm...classy place..." He muttered when he caught a glance under her skirt. He raised his glass to his lips again but pulled it back when he realized it was empty. He pouted to himself and looked around. Alilah seemed preoccupied with the new arrivals. Must be rebels... He thought vaguely though his clouded mind. He yawned and scratched his scruffy chin. He looked behind the bar and saw a couple of amber bottles within reach. "Hurm, whatever I deserve it..." He told himself. He reached for a bottle and grabbed it, he took off the top and drank from the bottle. He spun back around in his bar stool and leaned his arms behind himself on the bar counter. His newly acquired bottle of rum was hanging loosely in his hand. He observed the tavern through heavy eyelids and occasionally would take a swing. "This place is awesome...." He said, enjoying the atmosphere.

"H-Hey!' Alilah said "Don;t drink those You do not know which one is the poison!" she flailed to get back to the counter, but then one of the guys took a knife out. "This place needs to be more to our style" he said and stabbed her skirt to the floor so she would stay put. "We all want the strongest most expensive ale. With the largest meal you and your petite hands can cook" he said. Some of the members of the brotherhood stood to get ready for a rumble, but Alilah just laughed.

"I was wishing for a good day" she said and took the knife out of the floor and jumped back.

She took Alphonse by the hair and put him to eye level with her "You might wanna spit those drinks out" she said and smiled again. "Come on"

"Huh?" Alphonse asked dumbly as he was held at eye level with Alilah by his orange hair. "But it tastes so good..." He said sadly, looking at the bottle in his hand. He was yanked out of his trance when Alilah gave his head a jerk. "What what!? I'm listening!" He glanced blearily at the group of ruffians who were harassing some of the patrons. He also noticed scattered assassins throughout the tavern getting ready to fight. "You wanna start...a brawl?!?" He whispered harshly, which wasn't too quiet. He was sure the amount of alcohol on his breath was enough to make Alilah turn away in slight disgust. "Sorry..." He mumbled. He swallowed and looked back into Alilah's eyes. "What do you need me to do?"

"I need you to stop drinking and spit it out" Alilah said and shook his head around "Some of those bottles were filled with poison. If you do no spit it out you WILL die" she sighed 'I really don't feel like cleaning another body". The men walked over to her and they both glared intensley for a mintue or two. Then, they smiled and laughed. 'You almost had me!' Alilah said and gave the man a hug.
"Brother what are you doing here?" Alilah asked. The man shrugged "I finally got my group together and decided to come take a look around the tavern. Its so dark in here are you still scared of light?" he asked. She blushed and lightly smacked him "Dont say that!"

"But MEEEEEH!" He clutched the bottle to his chest. "This tastes exactly like rum!" He said sadly, looking at the label. He nearly jumped when the large man suddenly hugged Alilah. His knees were tucked to his chest and his feet were on the stool seat. He looked at the pair unblinking, debating whether he could attempt to sneak away or not. His eyes shifted to the door. Maybe he could even get through the door without paying for his drink. His mind processed slowly as he narrowed his eyes at the band of men. They are her brothers...? He snorted suddenly and started laughing. "You're afraid of the light?!" He asked, poking Alilah's arm repeatedly. He laughed and let his legs drop from his seat in a most ungraceful manner.

"Not really they're not my brothers." Alilah said and snorted when Alphonse stated her fear. "SO?! I fear light you have a problem with that? Thats why I keep it so dark in here!" she took the bottle away with a jerk. 'Alilah perhaps he is too drunk to watch his tongue" The man said and put his hand on her shoulder. His voice soothed her anger and she ceased. "Maybe you're right' she said and grabbed Alphonse by the hair again 'Come on into the back" she said and drug him.

"This is why you cut your hair men" The man said to the group. "Thats where she grabs ya..'