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The mood dropped too suddenly, and Erin realized she had aggravated Cienna. And not in a good way. The glow was black, and her eyes and wings were white. An unexpected twist to the evening. She didn't intend to move at all before, but now Cienna's wind was pushing down on her forcefully.
[b][i]“What did you call me?”[/i][/b] Her tone was no longer a coquettish one, but one with true power. The Dark fairy stepped down off the table and closer to Erin, where the toothy grin was still pasted on her face. Wind trapped them in the same space. The demon let out a breath as Cienna's hand ran down her leg and the wind from it ripped her pant leg, never losing eye contact. Even though that didn't matter, Erin knew it would matter to some extent.
[b][i]“It sounded like you called me Tinkerbell."[/i][/b]
Erin knew she needed to choose her next words carefully, but the buzz from the alcohol dazed this fact.
[i][color=00aeef]"[b]Erin[/b]..."[/color][/i] Julie warned.
There was the sound of wind for a minute as Erin watched the fairy.
"Surely, this can't be all you can do," Erin began her reply. She looked over Cienna again, before coming to her conclusion. "Fine. I won't call you [i]that[/i]. Julie hates it when I call her Jules. And you hate it when I call you that other fairy. I'll say that I'm [i]really[/i] tempted to; I want to see where it would go. Mmmmmmh. I'd really [i]enjoy[/i] the pain. Haven't felt some in awhile. Mmmmmh." The demon struggled not to use her teasing abilities. She finally sighed. "Fuck it. Show me whatcha got, [i]Tinkerbell[/i]."