[center][h3][color=Teal]Rozalia Èathliel[/color][/h3]
[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Relo Apartment
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Dallas Relo [@Plank Sinatra] Tara Niklos [@Kaithas][/center][hr][hr]

Before Roze could even get a sarcastic retort to Dallas' (admittedly, expected) remark about her age, he was immediately barraged by some chick who immediately brought the 'little-kid' joke over the top.

Rather than intervene, Roze simply rolled her eyes and leant against the counter, calmly supping from her beer, while hiding smiles from the jokes Dallas kept cracking. Damn. He was more snarky than her, which was saying something.

It also wasn't doing anything to aid his predicament with the angry girl. Roze had seen her before while talking to the jock kid - she had walked; or rather, stormed - over to them, a scowl on her face.

Deciding that that guy had seemed way too nice to have such an openly violent girlfriend, that left her with the conclusion that they were brother and sister. Jock brother, smashing sister? They had to be children of Ares.
Which would explain Dallas' bloody nose.

Once the punches seemed to have stopped being thrown, Roze stepped forward, smiling at the Ares girl.
[color=Teal]"So, now that you two have stopped hitting each other with your handbags, maybe we can introduce ourselves! I'm Rozalia - 17 years old." 
[/color] She said dryly. Well... Technically speaking she was 16, but with her birthday very soon, she didn't particularly want to give anyone any more ammo.

[color=Teal]"I expected people to think I was younger than what I actually am - it'd be kinda exhausting getting mad at each person who does it. But you really took the cake with this one!"[/color] Roze continued with a fairly mischievous grin on her face, as she leant back on the counter. [color=Teal]"12-Year-Old. That's definitely a new one: now, I can understand how you could get confused; being a child of Ares must mean muscles everywhere, including where brains would be in normal people - but come on! What kind of twelve year old has boobs this developed?"[/color] She said with a laugh, glancing down for some comedic effect. I mean, they weren't massive, but shit, they weren't pre-teen flat either.

Okay, normally she could take jokes. But ones about her age just grated on her, simply because they'd been done [i]so damn often.[/i]: hence her probably not-wise decision to goad bull-girl ([i][color=Teal]is it right to call her that? I mean, I've talked to bulls friendlier than she is.[/color])[/i].

Ah well.

There was water in the pipes if she needed it. No-one knew who her father is, after all.