[center][h2][color=a187be]Mei[/color][/h2]
[@Old Amsterdam][@knifeman][@Alias][/center]

The ghoul woman scoffed slightly at the nonchalant attitude of the tramp girl that was sat besides her. In a sense, her attitude was driving a little too home, what with her past in a ghoul gang and all, and the thirst for recognition. Her stare narrowed ever so slightly, as she kept staring the wreck of the teenager's face. Even if she was a ghoul, something had to be done about that. The bleeding cut was already bringing the otherwise striking smell of ghoul blood. 

And the last thing she wanted was the stench of a brawl ruining the appreciation of coffee, she thought as she eyed the bartender, waiting for her prompt. Finally, she had to give up to the fact, that if she did not do anything, it was unlikely anyone would ever care about the smell of blood and the young girl's face. Ghouls were usually a selfish, reserved lot. And so, she fumbled around in her purse, as she produced a single bandaid, and with deft expertise, placed it quickly on the bleeding lip of Kazu.

[color=a187be]"I take you have never heard of dressing and etiquette."[/color] She sighed. [color=a187be]"Beating nobodies is not something to be proud of."[/color] Mei added with a hint of poison. [color=a187be]"You might not get a boyfriend at this rate, unless it is one of those types who enjoys being beaten."[/color] She paused as she eyed the bartender. How long would it take for the woman to notice  her request?