[color=6ecff6]Béatrix:[/color]

Trixy raised an eyebrow at his mention of the English, sure he must know how much she would detest them – given her nationality and age. “Was that an attempt at an apology?” she asked in a surprisingly serious tone, showing that he obviously hit a nerve. “Don’t come here hoping for peace and ‘good will’ when you are willing to speak of such [i]filth[/i].” she said in a growl.

When Béatrix heard someone else enter the door, her blood was just about ready to boil. Her face softened when the suave brunette strutted in like he owned the place. “Adriannn” she purred “Where [i]did[/i] you run off to? You missed quite a bit. Come, sit, sit.” She said as she tapped the stool next to her.

Trixy begrudgingly brought her eyes back to Praetor – he had to be dealt with if the Blackmoore’s ever wanted to get him out of the bar. “Lucian isn’t here. He found out about Maria and took off.” Her voice trailed off a bit and her eyes became a bit more distant and callous. “I told them it was foolish. Love is too dangerous for us immortals, the loss of a promised forever can break a vampire.” She said as she took a huge swig of the potent green liquour, inwardly reflecting on her own descent into madness. Once she swallowed, she spoke up again, her expression unreadable.

"Where ever he went, I suggest you tread carefully. I know it my seem odd for one such as yourself feel afraid, but if he really did love Maria... he will be a force of terror that you have yet to know."

Alistair emerged from the back room and was obviously more agitated by their guests than she was. “Ali, dear, would you like me to simply shoot the next vampire who walks through that door and isn’t our family?” she asked with a small smirk, both joking and completely willing to do so at the same time.