[color=lightblue][h2]Lilith[/h2]

[@tigerchuffs]The absence of a beating heart was the immediate giveaway, although the fellow undead woman possessed an enticing soul, aged to a delightful perfection; the hardest yet most abundant and satisfying meal any necromancer would come across. An impossible dream to capture nonetheless. Unfortunately, Lilith barely had enough to assess the newcomer before another, two in fact, arrived within the tavern. The lady was probably one of the most beautiful woman she had ever laid her soul-sucking eyes upon. Her phenomenal beauty was enough to enrage Lilith's thirst. The man that accompanied the perfect bodice was far less interesting. The green monster cursed through her veins as a scowl formed upon her lips, a bitch face incomparable to the world's modern day selfies. She hated her right off the bat for her looks, and even more so for how she proclaimed free drinks for everyone to flaunt her abundant whore cash flow. [i]Smh.[/i] As any wise man would say, we always want what we can't have.

[@Snarfulblast]The moment the high-class bitch left the scene, Lilith immediately barked an order to the bartender and hoped the waitress[@SkeletonShadow] would deliver. [b]"I'll take....the rest of what you have in stock of the drink you previously served me. Now please."[/b] She didn't mask the flood of jealousy nor cared to hide the anger in her voice. She hated taking pity money from the rich, but why not attempt to drain the woman's bank account with Lilith's expensive drink. She was....very thirsty now and craved the reanimation the soulful drinks would provide. Although...there was another way to quench her thirst...[@Dark Light] Her ice cold gaze danced to the righteous kid. She eyed him, tauntingly again. Warning him. He didn't notice. He was to busy flirting with the woman without a heartbeat. Lilith expected her true being...and the thought of her chomping down on his tiny throat brought a halfhearted smile to her facade. 

Her mood lightened once more by the entrance of [@SkeletonShadow] a female covered in far more scars than herself. She was hideous to look at, yet paled in comparison to her own creepy appearance. [i]Poor girl.[/i] She was curious of the story but was distracted as the man in flip flops sat down across from her.[@Billsomething] He made her nervous and Lilith wasn't sure what to say or even how to act. She stared at him, now attempting to hide any ounce of emotion as she froze up, sitting with the empty glass in front of her. 

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