[center][h1][color=brown]Kyle and Kayla Foster[/color][/h1]
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[i]Hexenblut.[/i]

Kayla narrowed her brow at the word, hiding the rest of her apparent irritation behind a stalwart expression. Then she sighed. “Y’know, probably not the most tactful thing.” She trailed off. This girl obviously had little barrier between her brain and her mouth- if there was much of a brain up there at all. Tourists and Jagers carried a stigma to most of the undesirables in the supernatural community, and justifiably so. During their last visit, there had been one in the very building that they had removed from the premises [i]for[/i] Ellara. “The walls always have ears.”

“Look, we…” Kyle began, motioning his hands towards Kayla in an attempt to get her to [i]not[/i] say another word, and then looking at Ellara, “We wanted to [i]apologize[/i] for yesterday’s incident. It was unprofessional of us, to be that confrontational with someone we’d never met before.” He passed a look to his sister, wordlessly telling her to add to the ongoing apology. Lord knows she was the one who really had to sell it.

“For what it’s worth, I didn’t... “ Kayla said, trying to find her words. “Y’know, [i]do anything[/i] to cause such a reaction. At least, not intentionally. Sorry for setting you off, though. Honesty, I don't think any of the three of us know what that was about.” She sent a look over to her brother before continuing. “At least, not fully.”

“We just want to have a few drinks, and then be on our way.” Kyle said, “We won’t bother you beyond that.”

“Duty calls tonight.” Kayla added, not really expanding on what they were up to. “Just get us a couple shots and something to chase them with. Any spirit will do, really.” Kayla said, then quickly corrected herself, “Except Tequila. No Tequila. Fuck Tequila.”

[@Lord Wraith]