[@Snarfulblast] "[color=#6666cc]It must be even nicer to know that there aren't any in the bar that could swindle you, Snarf.[/color]" (Assuming he'd told her his name, since she inquired earlier!) Since it was all paid for. Hopefully the man upstairs wouldn't redact his wager on the beautiful, emerald-eyed woman. Not that Paisley suffered in coin and she'd cover any loss. [@Dark Light] Arlen was given another secretive, strange smile as he spoke of a meal being granted.

"[color=#6666cc]My stomach is a bottomless pit. If I had exactly what I needed[/color]," Which very well might have been a horde of mindless blood-bags, "[color=#6666cc]I might be a very happy woman. This wine is lovely. I might have another.[/color]" She hinted to the dwarf behind the counter, giving him time to prepare the next, again, [b]warm[/b].

Even as the glass slowly chilled in her hand, as it soaked through her body, she felt a flush of pink dance along her face. It buzzed with what life remained mixture of blood and wine. The damned woman wanted to keep the feeling of life about her as long as possible. "[color=#6666cc]Yes, she does.[/color]" Was addressed to [@SkeletonShadow] Cat's visage. Scars, fresh scratches. She smiled. That would not be a woman she'd meddle with.

Not today.