[center][color=mediumseagreen][h1]CHERYL LUSBY[/h1][/color][color=lightgray][b]& PIPER[/b][/color][/center] [color=mediumseagreen]'[/color][color=lightgray][b][i]Someone's staring at us.[/i][/b][/color][color=mediumseagreen]' '[b]Someone's always staring at us, Piper.[/b]' Cheryl gave the tail around her neck an idle flick. '[b]Do you mind? I was trying to have a moment.[/b]' Piper didn't respond. Used to his odd conversational habits, Cheryl went back to nursing her glass. Getting drunk senseless seemed to be an appropriate response to the situation. Then again, she needed her mind clear for later. Elena had been responsible for Mum's death, yes, but her final words... [i]'They were going to kill me!'[/i] She hadn't really listened to whatever babble Elena was spouting to save herself. Strangling was hard work, after all. It was only after she was cold on the ground did those words register and Cheryl admitted that maybe killing Elena right off the bat wasn't the best move. She wasn't even sure how Elena had killed Mum. Poison, probably. She'd looked like she was sleeping when Cheryl had barged into her room.[/color] [color=lightgray]'[b][i]He's coming over now. He seems...interested.[/i][/b]' Cheryl hummed, indulging. On her shoulder, Piper kept his gaze fixed onto the strange man with the shiny wrist thingy. He cocked his head when the man peered at him, then bared his canine teeth.[/color] [color=mediumseagreen]When the man settled next to Cheryl, she paid him no mind. Despite Piper's comment, she was neither concerned, nor interested. If the guy came looking for trouble, she was plenty capable of delivering a fresh knuckle sandwich. However, the glint of something shiny caught her attention. Not moving her head, her eyes darted to the side. What was that? Something was strapped around his wrist. Gold, mostly, with a round black disc on top of his wrist tucked behind glass. What seemed like two little sticks moved around inside. A magical accessory? A charm? Not to mention his strange clothes. Of all the articles on his figure, his pants had to be what baffled Cheryl the most. Black, but of a material she had never seen. When he started speaking to the bartender, her gaze flicked back to her drink. Almost lazily, she leaned her cheek against her knuckles - her middle ones. It was a thing of habit, borne out of accidentally leaning her face into blood-soaked steel knuckles far too many times. She watched the exchange between the stranger and the bartender. Unbothered by her blatant show of interest, her gaze lingered on the coin the stranger had placed onto the table. Silver, but it wasn't right. There were carvings on the thing. She watched the bartender walk away. The interaction over, she took another swig of her drink. A stranger from far-off lands, perhaps? Past the borders of Nihilo? Wherever he came from, he stuck out like a damn twisted thumb. He looked like he could be a mage. Weird mage attire. Weird artifact thing attached to his wrist. She wondered if it was actually magical. '[/color][b]You alright there, ma'am?[/b][color=mediumseagreen]' She turned, leaning on one elbow to face him. Piper was already staring at him, she noted with amusement. '[b]I've had better days, stranger[/b].' She gestured over to the bartender, smirking. '[b]That was a little mean.[/b]'[/color]