Faolan had taken the chance to stand, and waited for Lucien to do the same. A slight twitch in his lip betrayed his annoyance as Lucien stood and the woman put her hand against his chest to steady him. He looked away, almost in embarrassment, and felt the other woman gasp his arm. Again, he almost pulled away, but fought the urge and stood his ground.

Even in his drunken state, he knew that these women had some end game they were attempting to play. They were either prostitutes, or they were planning on having Faolan and Lucien jumped in the alleyway. Either way, they would be disappointed; Faolan, at least, was not interested in their company.

Charlotte smiled and looked up at Faolan with half-lidded eyes as the four made their way out of the bar. Faolan was steady walking, but having her hanging on him made him overbalance a little bit so he appeared more drunk than he was. She kept looking at him, and though he would glance down at her, his gaze did not linger long.

[b]"Oh!"[/b] she exclaimed at Lucien's answer to Marie's last question, [b]"That is just adorable! Marie, did you hear that?"[/b]

[b]"Of course I did, he is just the cutest thing!"[/b] Marie said, but then paused a moment, slowing her walk and looking at Lucien, [b]"Wait a minute, how old [i]are[/i] you?"[/b]

[b]"Oh, stop it Marie, I'm sure he's old enough."[/b] She looked back up at Faolan and squeezed his arm, [b]"This one certainly is..."[/b]

Faolan pulled away from the woman a little and averted his gaze, tired of their chattering. [color=a36209]"So, where is it you said you lived?"[/color] He asked, wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible.