@Maxwell your shot of fire quickly burns the expensive alcohol and the ginger elf looks at you with amazement as if not sure what to do, she does not resist when you grab her. She seemed confused, unable to adjust to the situation. She feels soft to touch, delicate and smells intoxicating. Exactly like you expected, but perhaps she is possessed? These blank and emotionless eyes are not the lusting eyes of the lady that got you drunk the last time you visited the Joke.
Many people leave the joint as you begin to shot fire but many do not. One of the people tell you "The only thing that keeps you alive is that the Ginger, does not like violence, leave her and I might not fill your body with holes right here right now. We do not talk to the red lady, look directly at her and definitely do not touch her or trash her joint - is that clear?" A brief look at who is talking to you, human forties - armed and tattooed. There are eight, maybe ten, over five is difficult to count with a brief look they seem to be pissed off and armed.