A Saiyan Walks Into a Bar [OPEN]

The cruel sun beat down, it's one malevolent eye unblinking, and the sky was it's partner in crime with not even a wisp of cloud to soften the harsh rays. The lizards took shelter in the shadows of the rocks where the sand was not hot enough to roast them, but there was no shade large enough for a certain saiyan. Each step she took sunk into the searing Vegetan rocks. The air was thick and hazy, each breath Chire took like drowning in lava. But, she was used to this feeling. Today the sun was at full blast, and the saiyan just wished that someone would turn it down, just for one day. Yet, the endurant survivalist saiyan didn't have a bead of sweat on her form.

While her parents were off on a mission for the rest of the saiyans- some planet purging, the usual, Chire was preparing for the big obligatory family reunion she knew was coming in a few days. The Spears were a strange lot, oddly close-knit for a saiyan family. She liked that weird. Chire paused as another saiyan crashed out a window of a nearby bar, kicking and yelling while another brute took chase. The budding Chire tilted her head. Fighting sure was fun, and she'd normally join in the action, but she had a bunch of supplies to get home for the eventual reunion, as evidenced by the dozen paper bags in each of her hands. 

But, she was awful thirsty... Maybe a little break wouldn't hurt. Setting down her supplies on a stone bench outside the bar the two saiyans from earlier tumbled out of, Chire would vault in through the broken window, eyeing the inside of the old-timey tavern. An older couple were eating side by side, one glass of wine each, studiously bent over their meals. A group of young women in their thirties were collapsing with helpless giggles as a stern woman dining alone nearby looked on and frowned. Burly saiyans garbed in thick armor lit up cigars. A few foolish tourists sat in the bar also, trying to decipher the menu. A rarer family and their rambunctious children, whom were holding smaller kiddie menus. The noise level was high. The smoke level, too. As expected for a bar on Vegeta, of all planets out there. Chire's ma, Celey, told her stories of many other planets out there when she was a mere child, and none were quite as violent and robust as the saiyan homeworld.

Chire sat down at the central bar, flipping open a menu. Behind the counter were shelves and shelves of liquor, none of which appealed to the anti-drug saiyan female. She never understood the appeal of liquor, drugs, alcohol, and whatnot. Surely, this place at least had some steak or pepperoni pizza. But, with her luck, Chire had the feeling that this momentary peace in the bar would soon be interrupted... It was like someone always hung an [OPEN] sign right over her head!