[center][h3][color=#cc33ff]Fiala: just the cat's pajamas[/color][/h3][/center]

Fiala smiled warmly as she shook Kayla's hand. She felt somehow more at ease - likely the demigod's power, she thought. It was relaxing, and sort of nice to feel so calm while surrounded by the angriest of her family. Then Kayla made her comment, and Fiala laughed freely. [color=#cc33ff]"You're probably right. Not the worst thing I've ever lost."[/color] She glanced at her stolen watch and laughed again. [color=#cc33ff]"Yeah, he's definitely my ex by now."[/color]

Turning her attention back to the group, she finally lit her cigarette, just in time to hear Stjerne announce that they were leaving. She looked up and saw the aura form and slowly surround them. Puff, puff. Fiala was grateful when they landed outside of their destination, not putting her in the position of having to pollute the air inside the building. She hung toward the back of the group as they entered, smoking to her heart's content but not finishing the cigarette, and scraping it out on the bottom of her boot before entering.

Fiala raised an eyebrow as they entered the penthouse. It was huge, and she couldn't help but wonder how much a place like this cost. She paused as she looked around, and smirked when she saw the bar. She followed Sjerne, and pulled up the nearest seat as he grabbed himself a drink.

Crossing her ankles and lifting an arm, she threw her head back and closed her eyes. [color=#cc33ff]"I'll have a gin rickey, my good sir,"[/color] she announced in a Transatlantic accent, [color=#cc33ff]"and don't skimp on the hootch. I'm out on parole, ya see, and I'm lookin' to get zozzled tonight."[/color] She laughed at herself. The twenties were a fun time.

Although she clearly wasn't taking herself seriously, her ears were pricked up toward the rest of the group. This meeting was still important, and as much as she wanted to screw around, she knew she needed to pay attention.