Chel's eyes narrowed, a murderous scowl pursing her lips as the margarita dripped off their her and slipped down under the collar of her shirt. She felt the anger bubbling up deep within her. It usually took a lot for Chel to get angry. Either you had to continually persecute her, deny her some kind of right, or be Tulio to get her well and truly mad. It was just so much easier to let things blow over, to not worry about things in general. However this, this was taking it too far.
"Oh it is so on!" yelled Chel. She charged, barreling into another girl. said girl had been holding a margarita glass a few moments before. She'd also been glaring herself, and had a look that was somewhere between knife wielding psychopath and hungry toddler. That look had soon faded as Chel attacked.
And that was really the best word for it: attack. Because Chel flung herself at the other girl. Hands went out, clawing and attacking at key points. Chel knew how to fight, or at least, fight like this. Plus, she'd spent some time with two men who seemed to spend most of their time fighting like girls. So there was experience there. Enough to guide her hands as she clawed and attacked. That things glowed only made it that much easier: neon green targets were so much easier to aim for...