Derrica squares up in the ring, bouncing on her toes. As she'd waited her turn, the alternate shouts and applause from the crowd had made her nervous, but she doesn't feel it now. She's vibrating with anticipation anyway, waiting for Eshal to say the word.

Sure, she's supposed to be fighting the person across from her in the ring, but Derrica still flashes a bright smile at them. We're all here to have a good time, right?

There's blood on her face. She can taste it in her mouth, even after she's collected a glass of sweet-strong alcohol. Maybe she could find a healer, but it doesn't feel especially urgent. Her braid's are coming loose, and she can feel aches and bruises each time she moves, but it doesn't dampen the glow of satisfaction left in the wake of the fight.

She's lifted a bottle from the bar, perched on a stool presumably to watch the proceedings. She alternates between sipping and holding the cool glass against her swelling mouth. Still, she grins at anyone approaching.

[ derrica's going to fight a few times, and be generally hanging around otherwise!! do whatever, i'll roll with it. ]