{Ok so this is just a little drabble about my OCS I had laying around. I'm trying to clean up my computer so Imma just put this here}

The pub was noisy as Zelena and her men entered. Many looked at her curiously, a woman as short as herself, traveling with a gang of burly Highlanders for hire was sure to draw questions. Her men saw her as an equal, easily pulling her own weight in whatever job they were hired to do. Everyone doubted her strength and skill until she proved it, easily hefting and ax as large as she was.

Most men in the pub eyed her with open lust, thanks to her attire. Like her kinsmen, she wore a kilt in their color of midnight blue and silver, which happened to match her shoulder length hair. Each of them wore thick leathered knee high boots, which made long days of walking easier. While her men were bare chested, she had thick straps of leather around her chest to cover her breasts, as well as strips wrapped around each bicep.

She dared any man to lay a hand on her.

Zelena lead her men to a back table where they waited for their pitchers of mead. Her men talked loudly amongst themselves about previous work and where they would stay for the night.

The mead finally arrived as the group laughed at stories retold, the sound booming around the pub. Zelena was gasping when she reached for her tanker, shaking her head as she grinned. She lifted her mead to drink when her lavender eyes landed on the barmaid, and she froze.

The woman was beautiful, her skin so tan it was nearly golden, her smile so radiant she seemed to glow. Her mane of firey red hair, streaked with orange and blonde, was tied back into several plaits before winding together into one large braid that nearly swept the floor. Several of the smaller braids covered her ears. Her bright eyes were as blue as the sky and rimmed with gold. Her dress was simple and hugged her delicate frame gently, cinching around her waist.

Zelena was brought out of her staring when her mead drenched her chest and kilt, and she realized she had dopped her tanker in her awe. Her men burst into riotous laughter and her second, a large man by the name of Orion, crowed "Not even one drink and dowsing yerself! Losing yer touch lass?"

"I ain't losing shit ya old bassa!" she yelled as she slugged his arm, earning another round of laughter.

"Such a loud mouth on such a tiny thing!"

Anyone else, Zelena would have told them to shove off. When she turned and the blue eyed beauty tossed a rag at her, she was once more speechless. She had also, bless her, brought a fresh tanker which she set on the table, and a mop. Before Zelena could move the woman reached down, lifting her stool and all just enough to mop beneath her.

She set her down as if she was nothing, "You lads and lass let me know if you be needing anything." She flashed them a bright smile before returning to the bar, leaving Zelena staring after her, and her men howling in laughter.