Ah, you again <3 [XEEEEENOOOOON x3333] [Done!]

[Satra]

Heilyn was entirely unsure what to do with herself that day. Miss Amethyst had absolutely refused to let Heilyn be seen in or around the store while she sported her new battle wounds. Heilyn only agreed in returned for a paid 'sick day'. Heilyn thought her wounds were absolutely dignified, even if they were a reminder as to what happens when pride gets in the way of common sense, but she thought they commanded respect.

Her new business partner apparently thought they commanded a good boot out the door. Ah, well.

She wandered the streets, limping from her front right ankle being twisted, getting a few stares for her usual strange appearance and her new bandages, and came across this bar. What she really wanted was to get laid, but considering how poorly she'd been received since she left the Bog, she wasn't counting on it. What she could count on was her getting herself completely wasted... but as soon as she limped through the door, she realized how much she did not want to do it here in public. Too many people to take advantage of her drunken state. She would just order some stuff and go back to her new place: a room below the store she worked at. It had its own fire escape and everything, she loved it more than she expected to. She walked right up to the counter, gingerly jumped up on a stool and ordered. The man behind the counter looked at her and her breathing tanks.

"You sure you can handle all that, kid? This stuff's pretty strong and you don't look too great as far as health go--"

"Just give me the damned booze, asshat," she snapped, but the man continued to argue! Her ears flattened against her head and her lip curled, hidden by the mask. She was just about ready to snap back again when...

[carcinoGeneticist]

Seth's stomach was aching, and so was his head. His doctor had told him that he had some internal bleeding caused by that bitch's kick to his stomach, nothing too serious, but he had followed it up with the message that the bat should probably avoid drinking or fighting for another month or two. His lip curled even at the memory of that, and he clearly hadn't taken the advice to heart. After all, he was sitting even now in the pub, a tall glass of their cheapest whiskey sitting in front of him. As for the brawling... Well. Before Heilyn had walked into the pub, he had been interfering with an argument between two men, eagerly egging them on.

Then she came in, and he froze. The blue fur along his back bristled slightly, and the corners of his mouth lifted in a slight grin. This certainly made things... Interesting. Certainly increased the likelyhood of a fight breaking out, and he didn't really mind.

Then she sat right next to him, and he had to keep himself from laughing harshly. She didn't even notice him sitting there! He watched, grin more than a little amused, as the two began to argue, and it was with a grin that simply oozed smarm that he pushed his drink over to her. It was, interestingly enough, the same as her order. "If you won't give her the drink, then give me a refill and we'll call it even.[/b]" he gave the coyote a toothy grin. "Hey again, darlin'.[/b]"

[Satra]

A drink was slid in front of her just as she was about to snap at the meddlesome bartender. Her ears went up as she looked at it, then a voice came from the same direction the drink did.

She recognized that voice. Oh, crap, you CAN'T be SERIOUS

But oh, it was no joke. She froze for just a moment as she looked at the bat sitting next to her. How on EARTH did I not see him?!

But, hey, free drink! She hadn't had someone else pay for her drinks since she left the Bog. Sah-weet! Whoa, and it was the same thing she wanted, too. Weird.

Then again, even more than the whiskey she would love to wipe that smarmy little grin off his face.

"Hello to you," she responded somewhat unctuously, but not too unpleasantly, "and thank you for the offer, but I prefer my whiskey sans bat slobber. Gives it a rather unpleasant under taste."

[carcinoGeneticist]

He saw her ears flip back, and her tail begin to twitch. The corners of his mouth turned upwards slowly, revealing each pointed fang and displaying them to both canine and bartender.

Oh, God, he wished he could see the look on her face.

Her words did nothing but make his grin even more lecherous. Hey, that must be new to her, too. At least, since she left the bog... Heh. "You only say that since you've never tried it. Bat slobber is good for you.[/b]" his words were light-hearted, and he licked his lips, as if demonstrating for her. "I could always give you a free sample, iff'n my word's not good enough for you.[/b]"

Was he seriously flirting with her?! Well, if it made her squirm... Whatever got the job done, right?

[Satra]

[OMFG that response was made of win. xD]

She made note of his grin, finding a flag warning her to be wary and strangely handsome at the same time. She just wished she at least had achieved bipedal. Hands would be so useful in a situation like this. Now, that was a pretty funny comeback, she had to admit.

"Oh, no, I have," she responded to his fairly aggressive, if not outright lecherous "flirting", "Can't say I was much impressed." She was torn between her usual defensive, guarded nature and the intrigue he induced in her. Her head snapped back to the bartender, her aura giving a slight dark flare in the beginnings of a new magical ability that was just beginning to develop.

"And you," she hissed in a low, dangerous tone, "You know what I want, so why isn't it in front of me?" The bartender was taken off guard by the sudden threatening nature of the strange woman and whipped out her drink in a lightening fast blur. "That's better," she said approvingly, sliding the bat's drink back to him.

[carcinoGeneticist]

Seth shrugged, shaking his head at her in a kind of condescending manner. The fur lining his back flaring slightly. "Your loss, darlin',[/b]" he finally replied, lips pursed slightly. It was his loss, too, but in a way he was glad that he had been shot down. That would just be weird otherwise, and it meant that his game didn't need to stop. A single oversized ear twitched.

He felt the air move around them in a sudden flare of what seemed to be magic, and he glanced at her. His ear twitched again, completely enthralled. Did she have any idea of what she'd just done? More importantly, did she have any idea how completely and totally sexy it was?! The poor bartender looked completely bewildered, as if he had no choice but to listen to what she said.

He shivered a little, pushing those thoughts from his head again. A wide grin slowly began to split his face as he tipped back his drink.

"If only I could pull that kind of trick.[/b]" he remarked. "Then I wouldn't need to try and convince you that bat spit's the mos' delicious thing.[/b]"

[Satra]

Haha. The fur ridge rising did not escape her notice. Victoly was hers as he turned to ignore her.

Trick? She had noticed that she'd been getting her way more often without having to resort to too much violence. And she had noticed she'd used some magic in tandem with her anger unintentionally. Perhaps she should look into this.

As annoyed as she was to find the bat's attention back on her, she was curious as to why it was as everyone in close proximity seemed uneasy of her now and he had returned to his antics prior. The bartender had moved as far away from her as he could, and even the man sitting next to her who had nothing to do with it had scooted his stool about a foot away from her. Perhaps it did not behoove her to ignore this man. She casually undid the latch on her mask to drink her whiskey. After lapping up a fair amount (paws were just too clumsy, bowls were easier) she closed it, took a good breath and spoke.

"Oh?" she smirked, amused, "You'd stoop to intimidation to achieve such a goal? Couldn't you at least bribe me? Like ask how the rest of me tastes, rather than that sample of fur you got a few days ago?" Mmm, raunchy.

[carcinoGeneticist]

Seth continued to lick at his drink, contemplating her words as the heat of the alcohol filled him. In the Glacier, the heat of whiskey was one which he was often eager to seek out. There were other heats that he enjoyed, of course, and he couldn't help but grin at the thought.

So long as the bitch wasn't involved. Ugh, he didn't want to think about that.

As she finished speaking, Seth lifted an eyebrow, gaze definitely interested (in a sort of laid back, really-I'm-not-interested-at-all sort of way). In a silent reply, he slipped his tongue into the glass, licking at the very bottom to get the last traces of whiskey out. Slowly, he moved away from the bar so that he was facing Heilyn.

"We have a sayin' in the Glacier, sweetheart.[/b]" Sarcasm seemed to drip from his voice, but his posture was relatively good-natured. "If you give, you just might get.[/b]"

His intent was completely, blatantly, obvious. His grin only served to make his point.

[Satra]

She reopened the mask and lapped up the rest of the whisky, licking the bottom to get the last of it. She closed the masked. She was getting good at this breath-holding thing. Her attention returned to the bat. Was... he being serious? He seemed blatant enough, but was he truly being serious? Her "frustration" and longing was beginning to not only making itself know to her, but threatening to take over. No, no, she thought subduing her thoughts and the smells she would give off because of them.

"Oh, really? Well, we have a saying back in Bog. It goes a little something like: 'You just made that up right now.' " she remarked with equal sarcasm, but she gave off some body language that seemed to repeat the supposed Solandrian saying. Her body was gracefully twisted to look at him without her shift to much in her seat. A shoulder gave a slight roll. An onlooker, a bloodhound in bipedal who apparently did not find Heilyn attractive at all (Highlanders, what're ya gonna do?) gave a disgusted sneer at her motion. He was behind her view, so she didn't see (not like she would've cared much anyway).

[OOC: this thread needs moar bar fight]

[carcinoGeneticist]

Seth... blinked. He was definitely detecting something from her, and it was somewhat unsettling. She was attractive, in her own strange kind of way... Colors seemed to swirl nicely across her coat, something he hadn't really noticed before. He shifted in his seat, thoughtfully licking some traces of whiskey from his mouth. The strong flavor and burn of it stirred him from his slightly disturbed thoughts. It was beginning to dull his mind, at least, making his thoughts seem to be at least less disturbed than he'd thought before. That was an improvement, right?

Heilyn was shot a wide and toothy grin as Seth nodded shortly to the bartender. A tall bottle of beer was slid across the table to him, and the bat took a long sip of it. "Yea, you did.[/b]" he remarked, still grinning. His words had an effect on her, he could tell. He wondered how much sight of his tongue had to do with it. It really was quite long, wasn't it?

Now he just had to make sure that she didn't realize that at least a part of him was serious. One glance at the bloodhound behind the canine let him know how he could best do that, and his cheery grin turned into a snarl. With a loud crash, he brought the half-full bottle of beer down onto the head of the dog. He hoped that the beer would sting.

The dog's companions lept in a rush of fury as their friend slumped to the floor, and Seth shoved past Heilyn to leap into the fray, sharp teeth bared and ready.