[color=6ecff6]Beatrix:[/color]

Trixy raised a brow when Adelisa spoke, surprised that she was actually saying something worth listening to, maybe Alistair hadn't made such a mistake by keeping her around. Regardless, Trixy wasn't sure that she would ever much like the girl, they had a rather unpleasant introduction... and now she only served to remind her of a certain messy-haired, tattooed mistake. Alistair mentioned their problem with said Blod family, and if Beatrix had had actual hackles, they would have been raised, instead her manicured fingernails bit into the wood of the table. The room made her feel claustrophobic, as if the walls were suddenly pressing on her back and sides, and she didn't wish to participate in this little charade of a meeting any longer. Her chance at redemption, or death, was shot down, so all she had left was to run from it.

[i]Or kill him...[/i]

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

Jar made a grossed out noise when Theo mentioned Twilight and 50 Shades. "No, bro, a real man can charm the ladies without the vampire craze, try being an artist! You can paint a portrait of them, write them a deep poem, or perform a love song." he chuckled. "Or, if you're me, you can do all three. Perfectly." Jareth smiled with a fair amount of pride and ego. 

Eventually, the two high fools made their way to the bus station and en route to the club. They were giggling like any pair of drunken kids out for a night on the town, so they blended in surprisingly well in the NYC public transit.