Tea by the Sea[Open!!!!]

Melota jumped when the cup shattered, splattering her with the remnants of her tea as Pup began to growl and got into a protective stance beside her. Melota looked up at the man that had attacked her in bewilderment, wondering what exactly it was that she could have done to antagonize him when she didn't even know him. She placed a calming hand on Pup before she chose to address the man. "I-I'm sorry, but what? Why would ya want to fight me? Have I offended ya in any way?"

Prasha had been aware that Adian had been sitting there dazed out of his mind. When the cup shattered Prasha was tempted to call out the man, but seeing the little Bagon ready to fight made Prasha chuckle. Prasha sighed and Zeal hearing the commotion came to his side. Her back arched and she hissed toward Aidan.

"If you are looking for a fight. I will be happy to take her spot." Prasha looked dead into Aidan's eyes with a stare so cold. This man had broken Prasha's favorite tea set. Now it was time to break him. "If this is how you want to play. I can Play Rough." 

Hearing her beloved master's command Zeal sprang forward bearing her sharp teeth and hissed at the Bagon. Her claws extended and her paw pads rooted on the beach sand. Zeal wasn't ready to let this little nuisance get in the way of her master's day. 

"So, What will it be, pal?" Prasha's tone was ice cold. "Fight Me."

Prasha glared at Melota. "My mother gave me that tea set." That was all Prasha needed to say. The ice in his voice could have frozen hell. "I don't care if you are the queen. This cannot be forgiven. Stand aside." Prasha stepped forward and cocked his head to the side cracking his neck. 

Zeal was ready to go the low puuring from her throat suggested she knew the anger in her master's heart. Zeal got lower to the ground and focused on her target. The Bagon. 

"Let's go." 

Prasha looked at Melota with the cold look he had given Aidan. "This does not go unpunished. Zeal get ready, show who is the queen of this beach."

Zeal backed into an attack arch and her gem lit up black. She let our more hisses toward the Bagon. Prasha lit a cigarette and stuffed it in his mouth. Prasha did not let these things go buy quietly, he had to defend his family's honor. He did not care about fairness. Fairness was let go from his mind when his family was murdered in front of his eyes. 

"I do not believe in fairness, Melota." Prasha's voice could have pierced through steel. "Explain fairness to my murdered mother." 

Melota was taken aback by Prasha's words and then by Aidan's actions of throwing himself down at their feet, an act that showed true desperation in Melota's eyes.

"Look at 'em, Prasha, he's scared for his life," Melota said emphatically, trying to get the man she just met to listen to reason and not annihilate the man before them. "I understand that ya are upset and that he destroyed something precious to ya, but fighting this kind of a battle won't bring the cup back and it certainly won't teach him a lesson if he's dead."

Melota thought frantically about a means to solve their problem without the white haired man ending up a pile of mush at the hands of the man Melota had been considering to be a bit of a friend.

"W-Why don't ya have him work for ya?" she suggested quietly before the idea sank into her mind as something more concrete. "Have him work for ya at your shop until you feel he's paid ya back."

Aidan stood up, ignoring the insults. He'd messed up, but to be honest the result (so far) wasn't different enough from what he'd planned for him to care. Five weeks meant that he'd be able to get a good look at Prasha as a trainer, and might even learn about his connections. He'd never planned on labor, but who cared? It wasn't as if he couldn't find reasons to stay in the city regardless.

Aidan wasn't actually sure he could have gotten an opportunity this good if he tried. He always did seem to get the best results when he dived in without thinking.

"I'm glad you had an alternative," he said with a relief that was not entirely faked.