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[right][code]The Waystone Inn
Interactions: Lairëcúma [@Tesserach], Ransom [@Atrophy]
Outfit: Normal
Hunter’s Mark Target: Ransom[/code][/right][hr]
Cali openly rolled her eyes at Ransom. Gods, what an asshole. Was he seriously trying to flirt with the woman he’d only moments ago tried to slap across the face? Of course he was. Hopefully the overgrown furball would claw his eyes out and ignore his cowardly bullshit about a proper duel. 

Or not. Lucky slunk away with an unnecessarily pissy shout as soon as Ransom turned his back, which unfortunately meant the golden bastard was looking at them. Cali’s face twisted with disgust as he not only blamed her for any inflammatory songs- she didn’t even have to say anything this time- but also acted like she was [i]still into him[/i]. Had she not been fucking clear?! Her expression darkened further, lips twisting into a scowl. But for a brief moment it broke, an amused smile flickering across her lips at Lairëcúma’s continued song.

At least there was a silver lining in all this. Not only was she beautiful, but she didn’t seem as pretentious as she’d first appeared. At least, what stuck up elf would sing a song like that? Cali found herself quite liking Lairëcúma already. It seemed like she’d be quite fun to drink with - which was an excellent suggestion by her. Though just like Ransom, she wasn’t backing away until she’d set the record straight.

[color=B21A4D]”Move that finger before I cut it off, and get your head outta your own ass.”[/color] Cali sneered, glad the glow of her hunter’s mark was somewhat obscuring his smug punchable face. She couldn't really deny the stalker charge, considering her plans to stalk and assassinate him later. But everything else was completely false. The only way she wanted him ‘to herself’ was to kill him. Gods, maybe she should just try right now. Shoot him through the eye. If she was fast enough she let go of the arrow before he stopped her. 

No, no… Time and place. She’d survived this long by not murdering assholes right in front of crowds and tavern doors. 

But his continued delusion had to be shattered. [i]Almost endearing?[/i] The last thing she wanted was to be endearing to him. Like she was playing hard to get- disgusting.

[color=B21A4D]”I didn’t follow [i]you[/i]. I came out to make sure this poor bard wasn’t hurt when you shoved her out of the way. Seeing your ugly mug is the price I gotta pay for that. I don’t want a single living piece of you. [i]I [b]don’t[/b] like men[/i]. You thinking I’m into you after everything I said just shows how fucking depraved you are. Bet you think every woman is, no matter what they say, you sick bastard.”[/color] 

While Cali was giving him a piece of his mind, the big cat had been replaced with a smaller furry friend. Devastation the fox had grown bored of guard duty. So she'd abandoned the drunk tiefling to follow her master, weaving through legs and trotting out into the cold. 

But as her padded feet stepped into the snow, a whiff of something delectable was caught in her constantly sniffing nose. [i]Leather au Aasimar blood[/i]. She’d gotten a taste and now she wanted more. The half smoked cigarette on top, still smouldering, didn’t deter her. She bounded forward to snatch up Ransom’s abandoned glove from the snow, before scampering over to lie down at Cali’s feet. She quickly licked off the remaining bloodstain, before starting to rip into it like it was a chew toy. 

Cali looked down at Dev, and a chuckle escaped her lips. At least someone was having fun. Now that she’d made herself clear, she should too. No point ignoring what seemed like great company to keep ripping into this asshole. She could hunt him down and kill him quietly later. 

She turned to Lairëcúma, also making sure to show Ransom her back, glare swiftly softening into a smile towards her. She gestured towards the door, indicating for her to go first. [color=B21A4D]”You're right, let’s go enjoy some drinks and better company. I gotta make sure my friend ain’t stumbled off… You ever tried Last Round? Really nasty stuff, but got a strong kick to it. First round's on me.”[/color]

Cali bent down to scoop up Dev in her arms, the fox far too into chewing her new leather glove to move. [color=B21A4D]”Nice song, by the way. How d’you come up with the lyrics on the spot like that?”[/color]