Paisley's ideas as to why Willow [@SkeletonShadow] was so on edge fell flat. She had a natural resistance to the calming presence that had tried to pressure its way upon her. A pity, really, it looked like she either needed the tallest, smoothest drink possible.

[@Dark Light] Arlen returned to her side, her contact with the magical woman's visage disrupted by a hungry man. Instead, she smiled, choosing not to give a shred of worry to the disgruntled heart across the way. "[color=#6666cc]It's rather refreshing to see someone take advantage of an offered situation.[/color]" Her fingertips, warmed from the drink moved and touched his hand, his wrist.

She folded into herself, feeling the warmth sit in her stomach and mesh with the blood she'd feasted upon an hour prior. Had she really been her that long? Already? It was then that she looked over her shoulder, spying that there was no light outside. But it would undoubtedly come and she'd need to find room with thick curtains.

Before the door burst open, her voice took a tone which was hard to discern between playful or dark, "[color=#6666cc]I do believe she said that the drinks were free... Though I would much rather have a free meal[/color]." Her gaze bore into his own for a moment before she took another sip of wine. And finally, the door burst open revealing a thin, scarred girl. 

"[color=#6666cc]Drinks are on the house tonight, courtesy of a... generous woman[/color]." [i]In more ways than one would care to admit. And it was not free. It was for a [b]price[/b].[/i]