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Thanks for trick or treating! See you next year!

Possible Christmas party mid-December at Pix's place!

Pix's Place is an open sci fi style tavern set on an 'alien' world of some kind. While the setup appears sci fi, I have yet again decided to leave this in general forums because all characters are welcome here! Background and genre doesn't matter in the least!

Only adult characters will be given a free drink, but characters of all ages can come get some candy! Just remember to say Trick or Treat!

Note: as an obvious public establishment, the front doors are open and unlocked, please go ahead and see your way in!

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A sign in neon green displayed on the establishment offering the name of Pix's Place far above the door. Beneath it, the hook....'Trick or Treat - free drink and candy'

A double set of doors creak open to expose the inner darkness of the decorated setting. Black lights hang near the skeletons of various shaped creatures on both walls and from the ceiling, mounted skulls of beasts great and small adorn the walls coated in cobwebs, and eerie noises of similar creaking and blowing winds play in the background interrupted by occasional howling and a sudden scream.

Placed just opposite the door, the green glowing eyes of a witches silhouette stares back, seated on a broom and silently glaring back ominously.

"You have me lost again....how does giving free candy and drinks away increase profit?" Sihke asked as they carted the two bowls of candy over to Pix who sat trying to appear creepy on her broom floating in front of the bar.

Pix sighed deeply. "They eat the candy, they down the drinks, they see how cute I am, and they come back tomorrow with their bags of money," she replied with mild irritation looking over to Sihke as they set one bowl of candy on a bar stool and gestured the other towards her. She took it in her hand and pulled it onto her lap. "Honestly, think about the long term here...."

"I suppose," they returned dryly, "though I doubt your looks will cause any customers to return intentionally." The blue creature clicked in delight at their own joke, their own version of laughing. Pix just stared back with a mildly amused smirk.

"Just get behind the bar and give every adult trick or treater one free drink," she mused, pointing back behind the bar with a slight laugh at her companions mockery. "....And use the foam cups, I'm not giving free glass away."

As Sikhe retreated to their station, Pix turned her attention back to the doorway and awaited the first entrant. 'Who's idea was it to fly around on a stick of wood?' Pix thought to herself as she shifted her bottom on the broom, 'Humans don't really think this is comfortable do they?'

"ALRIGHT BOYZ! GET SUM O THAT GROGG AN MEAFF 'FORE WE GET BACK TO THA' WAAAGH! I dun wan none of ya ladz whinnin' of thirzt an' unga out ther. Nobody betta' sey that GROGUTZ 'EAD 'UNTA iz a bad boss!"

The booming boisterous sound of a ginormous Ork Warkboss was heard as he SLAMMED through the main entrance with a herd of his Ork boyz in tow.

"Now den! Iz hurd that youz boyz iz givin' FREE KANDY AND DRINKZ! Iz need some o' that fer tha ladz an me!" The giant of an Ork cyborg heralded whoever was manning the tavern.

"Ey boss, it sez 'ere 'Adultz Only' but Iz only loik a year old!" Suggested one of the Orks before getting a kick in the gut that sent him flying out of the bar by Gorgutz. "Shaddap ya runty grot! They dun gotta know that!"

Pix's light smile towards the bar's entrance quickly disappeared when the door blasted back, now replaced with wider eyes and a slightly surprised expression. She expected adults, of course, but she did not expect the invasion of brutish green creatures, all of which dwarfed her small stature.

Pix floated her broom a little higher to better meet the impending giants eye level. "You heard right about the drinks, and the candy, but none of us here are boyz," Pix responded with a bit of sly sarcasm at the end of her statement.

She took the slightly oversized for her bowl on her lap in both hands and lifted it in front of her, not yet actually appearing to offer the bowl to Gorgutz or anyone else. "This is my first Halloween, but I do think there is a traditional way to request you candy," Pix said smiling, then looking over her shoulder to Sihke, "....and drinks."

She extended the bowl a little and began shaking it back and forth, listening to the individual wrappings crackle temptingly while she smiled in Gorgutz's direction.

Sihke's expression was relatively muted as they saw the impending orcs tear into the bar. They heard the call for ale, in particular grogg and whatever meaff was. They weren't completely sure what meaff was, but grogg they had heard of.

Standing behind the bar, Sihke's tentacles reached beneath it and behind them retrieving both the glasses as well as the mixture they planned to use for the grogg. A final tentacle reached for the extendable spigot for water to mix the grogg with.

Setting a few glasses on the table, they quickly pulled the bottle up to pour, but stalled out. One of their eyes met Pix's glance back and they remained paused, relatively certain she expected them to wait for the inevitable 'trick or treat' that children usually called with excitement, only this time from a small army of giant brutish warriors.

"Oi! Diz one iz flyin' boss!!" One of the Ork boyz was quick to point out to Gorgutz.

"I can zee that ya git! Iz gotz eyez!" The Warboss replied as he too got a look at Pix, floating their way on a broom whilst holding a most bountiful bowl of candy.

"OoOoOOh!" The Orks said in unison as they stared up, nearly salivating at the thought of getting their grubby hands on the sweets. Though their Boss was far more composed and tended to act at least a little less like an overgrown muscle bound child like the other Orks did.

"Ya got sum noic gubbinz there!" He said to Pix, though whether she knew what the Ork meant by 'gubbinz' was unknown as of yet.

"Not boyz, eh? Ya look loik a runty 'umie ta me." Gorgutz pointed out before glancing at Sihke, "and thatz a tentacly squig! Thatz a noic pet ya got there, Iz admit." Because naturally, an Ork would think that a creature that looks like Sihke is good for keeping as a pet.

Now Halloween is sort of a perfect holiday for Orks, because everyone dresses up and is spoiling for a fight. Actually, it could be that its just the Orks that are spoiling for fights, but the sentiment is still there! As such, Gorgutz and his boys are at the very least dimly aware of what are they supposed to do and act in Halloween. Incidentally, a lot of them are wearing very crude costumes, with one wearing a pirate hat, another wearing a white sheet to look like a ghost, another one has a horned helmet that.. could just be part of his armor. It's hard to tell what's supposed to be a costume and what is just a part of the Ork's normal attire.

For his part, Gorgutz is wearing a bowler hat that is large enough to fit his head. Since he considers himself to be a 'Fancy Lad' he's naturally got the best costume.

"Tradishunal?" One of the larger Ork boyz said, probably a Nob, and he raised his axe with deadly intent at Pix. Because the 'traditional' way to ask for candy and drinks for an Ork was to hit someone over the head with an axe.

"NO!" Gorgutz though, as previously stated, was a Fancy Lad, and he knew what to do. He stopped his Nob from attacking Pix and looked at his War Band. "Iz kno' wot ta do Boyz. Say it wiff me!" He sucked in air.

"TRICK O' TREAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.

"TRICKZ O' TREATZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" His boyz followed in their best attempt to imitate their boss.

"WAAAAAAGGGH--" *Bonk!* One boy yelled as he got confused and said the wrong thing, only to be clocked over the head by Gorgutz' big mechanized klaw.

As many dozens if not hundreds of languages Pix knew, orcish was not one of them. Of course the word 'gubbinz' was not dissimilar to certain slang forms of food items she had come across before, and so she presumed that was all it was referring to.

She returned a smile continuing to jiggle the bowl about, watching the orcs marvel over the candy like she might have herself over a pot of gold. She couldn't help but to retain that smile most of the conversation as well, rather amused at the silly brutish behaviors the orcs portrayed.

Retracting the bowl a moment she leaned forward towards Gorgutz. "A runty g'rl 'umie," she replied, playfully mocking the particular style of speaking the orc was using. She chose to overlook the pet comment about Sihke, after the light mockery they had made of her earlier, she was more than willing to let a joke at their expense play out a little.

Pix's lit up face quickly went straight and she leaned back on her broom when one of them raised their axe at her. She quickly reached her free hand up her sleeve to retract her own weapon with a sudden feeling of tension, but the orc ended his impending attack as abruptly as he had begun it.

It was then the traditional shouts of trick or treat came calling and as they celebrated openly and even bonked one over the head at his incorrect attempt, Pix couldn't help but to giggle at the display. She thrust the bucket of candy forward still laughing openly. She held no limit on candy per trick or treater, she never really intended to. Truth was all of her Halloween knowledge came from recent research for this event, and so some of the finer points of passing out candy, as well as the behavior of orcs, weren't included in her original planning.

Sihke remained paused, staring with lazy lethargic looking eyes as the scene between Pix and the group continued on.

"Hey! I am no pet" Sihke protested, their complaints expressed slowly and mostly being lost in the excitement of candy, drinks, and impaling Pix with an axe.

The sounds of trick or treat commenced, and seeing the bowl of candy sent in, Sikhe felt it was safe to begin filling the drinks. Slight silent moans of continued objection may be heard as they proceeded, grumbling to themselves at being identified as a pet. Grogg was what it was going to be, and as such the mix was the first thing to go in the four starting glasses before them, followed by the water out of the spigot in another tentacle, all quickly and expertly conquered without hesitation or mistake by the expert multitasking tentacle alien Sihke.

((I was thinking the same thing.))

Though all Orks identified themselves as male in lieu on calling each other 'boyz' and 'lads', in reality they were an entirely genderless race, as they were essentially walking fungi. Thus, the concept of gender was lost on them. At least, for the most of them, Gorgutz on the other hand, being an uncommonly smart and worldly Ork had interacted with different species for long enough to get a solid understanding and thus could recognize what Pix meant when she called herself a girl. "Oh! Oi zee... me apologiez!" He said as he squinted his non cybernetic eye at her, seemingly just now realizing he was talking to a girl.

In his many adventures through the universe, Gorgutz had found that he enjoyed the female company of species, namely because like him they tended to enjoy the finer things like jewelry, fancy dresses, and other things besides punching each other. Gorgutz enjoyed a good brawl as much as the next Ork, but it was clear that he thought very poorly of his savagely uncultured peers. He then thought he recognized a fellow entrepreneur on Pix-- perhaps someone he could do business with in the future? He'd have to see.

First, the call for candy had to be answered, and as was his right as Da Boss, Gorgutz took a big fistful of candy from the bowl first. Right after that, his minions all but pounced on the bowl, grabbing as much as they could for themselves. Many simply swallowing the candy whole with wrappers and all, perhaps not understanding the concept of unwrapping candy just yet.

Next they charged the bar in a wild ruckus, ready for their free drinks. The first couple grabbing their due, but as they stared to pile in they started shoving and punching each other. A pair of Orks in particular completely missed their chance at drinks as they wrestled each other to the ground and an opportunistic Ork stole both their drinks.

Gorgutz laughed and allowed his Boyz to fight among themselves for now as he grabbed his own drink and looked down at Piz, hopefully she wouldn't mind the chaos that her bar was in now. It was pack full of greenskins hyped up on sugar and alcohol. "Noic pub ya got 'ere, by tha way! I oughta bring tha boyz 'ere more often, after wez done wiff tha Krumpin' fer tha day." Gorgutz said to Piz getting into the 'bar socializing' state of things.

Pix was familiar with races which lacked genders, her own planet did share their existence with a sentient race of agender creatures after all. Even so, most of her species had a tendency to try genderizing others unless corrected, and some still had a difficult time grasping the concept of no genders. Thankfully Pix, being a woman of the universe, was not trapped in such a limited way of thinking.

"Oh....no problem," she replied awkwardly. It wasn't the complete truth, while she didn't mind being mistaken for a child she never much cared for the mistakes in her gender. Of course, if she were aware of the orks own lack of gender, she probably would have understood their confusion better.

She then watched the bowl in her hands, nicely raided by da bosses hand followed by a complete invasion of their underlings. Her jaw dropped slightly as her eyes moved from the bowl to the various orks engaged in a sugar fueled feeding frenzy.

"Uh...you're supposed to....uh-" she chimed in, quickly trailing off realizing it was too late to guide them in the ways of unwrapping candy. The didn't seem to mind it anyway and before she could think of what else she might say further, the group was off.

Pix watched as the orks quickly fell on the bar like bombs of water, and a half smirk began forming on her face as she saw Sihke's normally half opened eyes widened at the impending assault. She laughed to herself observing the Navin increase their pace to keep up with the demands of the orks who began openly hitting each other to get their drinks. A little bar roughhousing wasn't something that would upset her as it was not an uncommon thing for her own people, so long as nothing of value was damaged in the process.

She turned back to Gorgutz, wondering if she should have hired some security for the night, just in case things got out of hand. Of course, she wasn't expecting an orkish invasion when she planned the trick or treat event.

"Of course! We're almost always open," Pix replied. She floated around in a slight circle and exchanged the empty candy bucket the orks had ravaged for the full one Sihke had set behind her before they had arrived. Pulling it onto her lap in anticipation of the next trick or treator(s), her broom circled again back towards time door and she met eyes with Gorgutz. "What is Krumpin', by the way? It sounds like something I'd enjoy doing, or at the least watching
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Sihke's lazy looking eyes scanned about the room as they reached for more glasses in anticipation of serving more grogg to what appeared to be a small army of orks. The casual demeanor they held, however, dropped as soon as the candy was tossed down their throats.

Sihke paused a moment and their eyes opened fully, seeing the now sugar fueled platoon of large green skinned thugs turning their attention towards them.

"Wwwhhhoooooaaaa" they emitted slowly, maneuvering those tentacles at twice the speed now to lay down drinks as quickly as they could. Even serving about 4 at a time didnt seem fast enough, and the desperate and rowdy mob began attacking each other as the stressed cephalopod worked to satisfy all of the orks.

"And you are saying IIIIIII am the animal..." they claimed slowly, leaning heavily on the word 'I' during their sentence.

He was still stuck on this planet; his search for the missing part to fix his ship after he landed here. Although this planet was filled with Xenos and their Abominable technology he had to look over it for now and communicate with them. But so far he found nothing useful and no leads to finding the part he needs. He walked through an area to continue his search until he came he heard a loud and familiar noise.

He went to the source and saw an open building that looked to be a bar. What he saw shocked him when he saw orks in there. He studied the greenskins long enough to understand how they work and this was far different from the norm. He thought maybe they may have been from the Blood Axe clan but their colors were off so he took out of the question. For now though, he would enter this bar and investigate what they are up too.

Before Pix could recieve an answer to her inquiry (or quite possibly while she was currently listening to the answer even), her glowing eyes were caught by a new entrant to her fine establishment. Her gaze locked on the individual as they walked in, and despite their looks her smile did not fade.

'Incredible costume!' was, in fact, all Pix thought seeing the giant metallic person walking in the door, apparently peering at her most recent savages customers.

She stared a few moments in Magos' direction, attempting to catch their eyes through the use of simple will power. She then floated the bowl of candy off her lap, it now being sustained by a simple glowing ring around its exterior. The bowl gestured off only slightly in Magos' direction and shook back and forth to light up the sounds of the plastic coated desserts inside. She would do this in an attempt to gather the new comers attention even if they had not noticed her in a kind of unspoken 'Hey.....candy over here!'

The bowl then floated back onto her lap and she wrapped one arm around it to support it. She would absolutely offer this newcomer, as well as anyone who entered, a fistful of candy, but not before each of them said the magic words.

"Krumpin'" Explained Gorgutz, "Iz when ya smash dem gitz up and take their teef!" He laughed, seemingly very simple to him. "Alternativelyz, iz when some posh git iz 'aving trouble krumpin' otha gitz themselves, and ez gotta ask we Orks to show 'em 'ow ta do the Krumpin' roit and propa! Alzo, anotha' way of getting yer krump on, iz findin' a git or a bunch o' gitz that need Krumpin' and show tha otha boyz ya done so they give ya theyz teef." So apparently Krumping encompasses any form looting, marauding, bounty hunting, mercenary work and generally anything that involves causing violence for monetary compensation.

It wasn't long before each and every Ork in Gorgutz' entourage got their drinks, or rather they had tried to take their due drink but got it snatched away by a bigger or smarter Ork. It all seemed rather unfair, though Gorgutz found it greatly amusing and even issued another belly laugh.

"Hah! Dun go knockin all yer teef off, boyz! Wez still got work ta do tonite!" The giant of an Ork grinned cruelly but it shifted to amusement as he looked down at Pix. "Oi! Wot tha zog, we've been doin' lotz of Krumpin' todey. Might as well make a trip outta thiz. Wot kinna currenzy ya take 'ere, g'rl? Since ya look loik a 'umie I dun think ya take teef." And that's probably when it showed why Gorgutz seemed to be such a successful War Boss.

He was absolutely loaded! The Ork pull open his jacket and showed deep deep pockets, full of gold, diamonds, precious stones, coins and paper money that was probably accepted in this sector of the universe. "'Notha round for tha' boyz! On me!!" He yelled at Sihke, who, yes, this probably meant they had to fill yet more glasses of grogg.

They Orks cheered and chanted for their boss. "YAH! You iz tha' best boss!!" At least this meant they would likely be distracted long enough to not start fighting each other again just yet.

Meanwhile, the Orks had either not noticed the Tech Priest skulking about, or they were actively ignoring him, far too busy downing their ill gotten drinks and candy. At the very least after further inspection Magos would be able to tell that the Orks at least had a recognizable symbol on most of their equipment. An angry looking yellow half-moon with a snake tongue peeking out.

The Bad Moonz clan.

Although he now had the attention of a short alien, it looked like one of those Voldarians, he had heard one was on this planet but he didn't really focus or cared about it. He saw her come to him with a bowl of sugary sweets and he then remembered about what children and a couple of adults were doing today. He really didn't want the candy but he didn't want to bring to much attention to himself so he looked at the girl and stuck out his hand and said "Please" in a mechanical voice from the changes of heavy augmentation to his vocal cords.

While that was happening he noticed a symbol from one of the Ork boyz, it was that of the Bad Moonz clan; it explained a little bit of why the Greenskins are here. They use "Teef" as currency and they have the most teef out of all the clans so he assumed they have to spend the teef on something. They are also known for sometimes engaging with deals with other races for war gear and technology. He wondered how they even got to this establishment without causing a ruckus.

Pix, who had not actually left her location beside Gorgutz whilst offering the candy bowl, exchanged her expression when Magos responded. She frowned and glared at him a moment, interpreting the gesture as condescending and perhaps a little patronizing of the Voldarian. She immediately returned her focus to Gorgutz as they explained the delightful activity of krumpin'.

"Hah, my own people enjoy recreational combat kinda like krumpin', though it's more of a pride thing than for money. Some women think less of me for it, but I'd personally rather pay someone to do my krumpin' for me. Maybe one day I would have a job for you and your boyz even?" she responded lightly with a smile on her face.

It was then the green skin offered money, asking just what she would accept for payment of additional drinks. "Oh generally I work with NC, the Navin credit, but I'm willing to take.....anything.....universally.......recognized-" The end of her sentence slowed on pace drastically as Gorgutz opened his jacket to reveal his payment options. Her eyes widened and she stared openly at the creatures various coins, jewels, and other forms of currency.

It was several moments of open staring, something Pix didn't even try to hide, before she glanced up at Gorgutz's face a moment with a dropped jaw and longing eyes. It was incredible that they had walked in with such a vast amount of valuable items with them, and just like that Gorgutz had Pix's undivided attention.

She looked back down at the valuables, selecting one of the gem stones in particular (preferably something deep or bright green). She had always had an attraction towards brilliant gems and jewels on particular as far as items of value, and while she wasn't sure Gorgutz would part with it, she definately showed her interest in it, even if it was a little more valuable than a round of drinks.

She extended her hand almost mindlessly towards it, slowly but with clear intent on claiming it. "H-how about....this one?" she asked in a trance like whisper as she reached out towards it.

The poor creature had just finished spreading the last of the drinks out when the order came shouting across the room.

'Another round for me boyz'

The plate on their head slid back a little and an audible groan was released at the thought. They didnt mind serving, but these orks applied a level of pressure the Navin wasn't used to. To save a few dollars, Pix decided to forgo security for the party against Sihke's suggestion, and this was the particular reason they preferred it. Usually they kept a few Yenta around, and just the presence of the 8ft+ tall muscle bound furry creatures often stalled any thought of fighting even in the drunkest of brawlers. Tonight, however, Sihke was on their own.

Reaching again for the foam cups, Sihke proceeded to rapidly go about making as many new groggs as necessary. It wouldn't take long with the creatures 360 degrees vision and 8 working tentacles all working in unison to produce generally speaking 4~ drinks at a time simultaneously.

"Rully!? Meebe yer not as runtie as ya look then, 'umie." Gorgutz seemed delighted that Pix's particular race (even though he kept classifying them as humans) had a knack for fighting. Even if Pix herself admitted that she rather pay someone to do the Krumpin' for her, that was quite alright for Gorgutz who saw that as a business opportunity. "Oh yeh?? Me and me boyz would be glad ta stomp sum gitz for ya! Ya can rezt assured o' dat."

The Big Ork Boss got a toothy grin when he saw that enthralled look that Pix was giving all his gems and money. As a Bad Moonz Ork, Gorgutz absolutely loved to flaunt how wealthy he was, and he appreciated people that acknowledged his riches even more. "Tha' green one, ey? Ya got good tazte fer shiny bitz ther, 'umie!" Cackled the Ork as Pix extended her hand towards a large shining emerald resting on one of his top pockets. He gingerly plucked the giant emerald, about as big as Pix's head at that, and placed it on the Voldarian's open palm.

"Everybody knowz dat green iz bezt!" Claimed the giant Ork who was starting to see Pix as a kindred spirit of sorts. A fellow entrepreneur, an eye for riches, a business opportunity, and on top of that she was green too! They certainly had lots of things in common.

Sihke might not like the idea of having no security around, but what they didn't know was that not bringing guards was 100% the right thing to do with Orks. Had they seen giant muscle bound furry warriors, they would have viewed them as a challenge, or worse, a source of entertainment. Indeed, the Orks would not be cowed by having warriors around, if anything it would just ensure that they'd start a fight with them, and if they were any good then Gorgutz himself would have gotten stuck in and that would have been a disaster for the bar.

As it stood now, Sihke should be glad that the Orks didn't consider them a threat and therefore didn't even thinking about picking a fight with them-- something they would normally do with a bartender. Instead, they got their drinks one after the other and started entertaining themselves by way of arm wrestling, headbutting each other, and a group of more disciplined Orks started an axe throwing contest, bringing out a looted Space Marine armor out to act as a dummy and a target for throwing axes.

In fact, one Ork handed a giant axe to Sihke and pressed them to try their aim at some axe throwing. "Come on! Give it a go with dem tenticles o' yers!"

The drink slinging finally began to slow down, and Sihke's stress levels only slightly fell with them. They continued manipulating cups on and off the counter as needed, and should anyone desire to purchase further drinks they would take the money also.

Still, though, the aggressive tenancies of the Orks wasn't something Sihke much enjoyed. They reminded them of a group of Voldarian women working to impress a nearby coveted male, only lacking some of the refining qualities the creature was used to seeing in the beauty of the race his people had long called allies. Not that they themselves identified the beauty they held, but they had heard most gender based creatures bearing a similar body structure to the Vol'n mention, or even occasionally rave over it.

Sihke observed with some interest as the group began playing target practice with what appeared to be the armor of a former enemy of theirs, a suit they seem to rough about and begin throwing their axes at. Their eyes retained their lethargic look at the scene, not obviously impacted by the activity. They focused their vision towards Pix a moment, curious about her opinion of the target practice occurring in her bar. While she glanced over at their fun, she seemed far too engrossed in her new companion to be much concerned with what was happening. If Pix didn't care, Sihke would find a way to be okay with it.

Their attention returned to the Orks as they began including Sihke in their game. 'Come on! Give it a go with dem tenticles o' yers!' they told them. Sihke was reluctant, ranged throwing was not a great skill of theirs, or any Navin's they were aware of.

"Ohhhh....Weeeellllll....." they began with their usual slow and lethargic tone of voice. "I suppose I can try just oooonnnneeeee."

They stretched their four grounded tentacles to raise their body above the bar line, then with two others reached across the bar onto the ground and pulled themselves across into the group of Orks. At the same time as they passed over the bar, one of the spare tentacles reached out and wrapped around the hilt of the axe. There was no need for them to rotate their body as they did any of this, a benefit of 360 degree vision and free flowing limbs.

They lowered themselves closer to the ground, holding the axe just above eye level and focused their eyes on the appropriate side in the direction of the target. A moment passed as they acquired their target, filled most likely with the cheering and encouraging sounds of brutish green skins eager to see the results of the blue skins axe throwing skills.

Once Sihke felt they were ready, their tentacle reared back and they threw the axe forwards towards the target harder than they probably should have, which was pretty hard.

The axe turned end over end in the expected way a thrown axe was to behave, but missed it's target completely. In fact, the wild throw nearly took out a nearby Ork, and careened like a cannon into one of the tables setup for customers. The table split loudly into two pieces, and the glass ghost decorations that had glowed pleasantly atop the table shattered. Everything shot in the wake of the axe, with loud shattering and clattering noises as the destroyed table and ornaments collapsed in an extremely audible defeat behind the axe. The axe now stuck in the far wall of the establishment, with a piece of the table cloth yet hanging off of it.

Sihke froze, every one of their eyes were widened in their entirety at the accident. The tentacle with which they had thrown slowly curled up towards their body, and their eyes slowly moved over to focus on their boss, Pix. They were certain she was not going to be amused by this.