[color=6ecff6]Béatrix:[/color]

Trixy leaned forward, placing her elbows on the table and clasping her hands together while she thought. The way Alistair fought to protect her made her heart soar. But, it wasn't right, he wouldn't defend her if he knew what she'd done. The guilt and shame ripped the wings off her heart, ensuring that it would never fly again. Maybe it was a suicidal urge, maybe it was pride, or maybe she hoped that this could be a chance to redeem the sorry state of her vile soul, but she spoke: "I will fight Dracula. [url=http://images.wikia.com/leagueoflegends/images/6/6e/Fiora_Select.ogg]I long for a worthy opponent[/url], and I've yet to find one." A smirk crept across her lips, knowing that her words probably shocked most of them, as they all thought her just another selfish Blackmoore. 

[color=9e0b0f]Jareth:[/color]

Jar laughed at Theo's attempt to act 'loose'. "Nah, you're still wound as tight as a virgin, man. Give it some time to kick in." Jareth had taken his tablets first, so they were already starting to cause his mind to mellow and his inhibitions to loosen, not that he had many to begin with. "This shit right here, this is what made me a very rich man." Jar shook the tin of tablets in his hand in what looked a lot like a drunken gesture. "Vampires have never had a drug until now, leave it to a junkie to solve that problem." The giggles that bubbled up in his throat weren't controllable and he rolled over onto his side laughing at nothing in particular. "Oh -- shit!" he exclaimed, breathless, once he was able to stop laughing. "Let's get to the club and dance, man. Betcha I can charm five girls before you can!" He stood up quickly, causing all of the colors in the room to blur and swirl around in his vision. Physically, he stumbled, but mentally he didn't notice that. The best part about O-neg, for him, was that his mind was peacefully silent. No more voices...