Burning the bar.

“Fucking piss ant father.” She said angrily at herself. She took another drink of her alcohol. Lala was having one of her angry emo days. A day when even drinking she was pissed. These days were good motivation during fighting, but it isn't so good when your sitting in one of the two major hollow cities, at least if your a hollow or in Lala's case an arrancar. Lala sat there muttering to herself getting more and more drunk with each passing moment, though fate decided this was not going to be a peaceful day.

Over at a table behind Lala a poor target sat there speaking to his friends. Lala swearing to himself made him get enough backbone to risk muttering something about her. Only the three knew what was said, but Lala did hear her name spoken, which was not good for the hollow. Lala stood up turning to the table glaring stepping over.

“What did you say about me?” She said. Her voice coming out sounding like it was actually burning. If you could see words it would appear like she was breathing fire. She was too pissed to wait for an answer. Before the mask could be opened, she was behind the first hollow. She didn't have eyes in the back of her head but she knew her name came from this table. So she decided they all died. Lala decided to show this by reaching out her large hand, grasping it over the first hollows head, and, with a sickening screaming and crack, hollow blood squirted from between her fingers.

The other two hollows let out their breath and got up slowly only to take off running out the door as fast as their feet could carry them. The body fell over lifeless leaving Lala to growl charging after the pair. Being in her berserking state she wasn't paying attention to her hands and as she left out the door they bashed into the sides ripping the door off its hinges. She then turned to chance one as they split up.