Thrawn took the shot quickly, not giving it a second thought. He cringed as the warm liquid flooded his throat, nothing to coat it's way down. He looked over at AlanaBurke as she was chuckling at him, he fixed her with his most menacing red glare, albeit not really meaning any menace.

It went down fine, just different is all.

He took the next shot quickly, showing to cringe this time, despite desperately wanting to.

Hitting a chord seems to be something I'm quite good at, unfortunately. I think heading back to the head quarters could be a good idea. certainly less prying eyes anyway. Yeah. Let's do that.

Thrawn clearly wasn't thinking the quickest at the moment, and was being affected by the alcohol. He set his shot glass down on the table, grabbed his gun and got up from the table. He looked down at Alana gathering his things, and cracked a small smile before making his way over to the group of drunkards.

You have been very disrespectful during our time here, your friend over there tried to make an attempt on my life. So, it's time for a message.

He looked around at the small group until he located the largest one remaining. Spotting him to the left of the group, he turned to face him. The man opened his mouth as though he were about to make a retort, but before he could do so, his brains were splattered across the bar wall behind him. Thrawn's gun letting out a small bit of smoke, he turned back to the group.

Don't fuck with me, or my colleagues. Got that?

He pointed his gun to each of them, and walked to the door to await Alana.

She wasn't even paying attention to what Thrawn was doing. He got up before she was even able to gather her things and that's what she was concentrating on. It didn't make it any easier that she wasn't able to use her right hand for any of it, even though she tried but was quickly reminded from the aching pain when she moved it.

Then suddenly it happened, the loud gunshot echoed through the tiny place. It momentarily stopped her heart before it began beating out of her chest. Quickly she looked up and saw something she wasn't quite expecting to see. Pieces of brain matter and blood were splattered all over the front wall as the bar patrons were in a panic. Some ducked, others screamed and then there stood Thrawn.

He had a rather displeased smile on his face as he tucked his gun away and walked to the door casually, only glancing towards the back in the direction Alana was. As if he was patiently waiting for her. 

Quickly she grabbed her last bit of belongings and scurried over to the front door, walking directly outside past Thrawn. She made sure to grab him by the shirt on her way, giving him a tug in the direction she was going.

"Yeah it's definitely time to go now."

They got outside with Alana still holding onto his shirt and directed him into a nearby alley way.

"Probably best we stay off the main streets on the way back to the head quarters." She looked up at him while shaking her head before pushing her hand into his chest.

"Oh and can you please next time, give me a fucking warning when you're gonna do something like that. You damn near gave me a heart attack."

With a shake of her head Alana began walking, she knew the way back, she just hoped he'd follow her lead.