[color=lightblue][h2]Lilith[/h2]

[@Billsomething]She glared up at him and responded curtly. [b]"I can't afford the good stuff right now."[/b] She stood quickly, her glare piercing towards the man with the flip flops. Life was cruel to her, and she was far from rich. Although he was probably right about the quality of weed. Every dealer tends to be dishonest from her experience and he probably gave her poor quality. Then again, she didn't pay much for the current sack she had obtained. 

Turning to the bar she slithered towards it to fetch her drink. As she approached the bar and the young woman, her ghostly eyes were able to see right through the veil of the woman's ability.[@SkeletonShadow][b]"Doesn't look like pins and needles to me..."[/b] She eyed the young girl. Perhaps she was in some sort of trouble. None of Lilith's business though. Taking the drink, she nodded towards the bartender.[@Snarfulblast] [b]"Thank you very much for this drink."[/b] 

She returned to her seat at the far back wall of the tavern and took a sip of the soulful drink, her eyes flashed a ghostly white for a second as she absorbed the soul. A few scars and an open wound dissipated from her skin as she regenerated from the contents of the alcohol. Her eyes retained the ice blue hue as she turned back to the man in flip flops. Perhaps he had some better quality and would share...but she dare wouldn't ask. 
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