Astrape quickly covered her mouth with her hand as the barman splashed the acid all over his face while desperately trying to flirt with her. She wasn't sure how the brute may react to her giggling, and after the mess she'd made in the yard the lightning goddess didn't want to give him any reason not to like her. As his shirt melted away, pieces of fizzling fabric falling to the floor, Astrape let her eyes wander down over Geoff's manly chest. Even for an old troll he was well built and Astrape began to wonder what it would take to get him to buy her a drink.

As the bard sitting beside her stepped away from the bar leaving an immaculate gem behind Astrape saw her opportunity to benefit from the little mishap. As soon as the barkeep returned, his manly chest once again covered over by a cheap looking cotton shirt complete with bloodstained collar from where he had at some point cut himself shaving, Astrape leant forwards with a seductive smile. [color=6ecff6]"The young minstrel left that to pay for my drinks,"[/color] She explained, her voice dripping with honey and sin, [color=6ecff6]"All of my drinks, for the rest of the night."[/color]

Leaning back on her stool Astrape stretched her arms high above her head, letting her assets do the talking for a moment to ensure she had the barman's full attention before continuing. [color=6ecff6]"I think I'll start with that Electrick Floorbanger, if you have any acid left."[/color]