Vixen frowned and sighed.
"A shame, you two would go so well together..."
She sat back.
"But, well, your loss..."
Vixen rolled her eyes up, as if she was thinking of something, and giggled at a joke known only to her.
"Hehehe. I can't see why you..."
Vixen's eyes widened, and she stopped talking.
"Sorry...i...get carried away some times."
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
X only yawned, finally opening the bottle of whiskey that had been sitting on the table, taking a swig and speaking through the sides of his mouth, "You are... Insufferable."
S'aari sighed, tapping her claws across the table while propping her head up with her other arm. She glanced over at X as if asking "may I rip her head from he shoulders, stick my hand down her throat to pull her intestines out through the hole and then make her corpse dance around like a weird tentacle-headed monstrosity while doing horrible things to her lower regions that may or may not involve plasma, power tools, and spraypaint?" She, however, did not voice what she was thinking, even if that was what she was thinking. An expression of boredom and irritation took up most of her face, likely caused by Vixen and Barrier Gate in turn.
"I guess that it isn't a surprise that you've heard most insults many times before," S'aari began with a sigh. "I guess we're going to have to be a bit original."
Vixen grinned slightly.
"Come on, i'm not that bad. Many people would just shoot you on sight...more than many. I'm just curious..."
Her voice then went somewhat colder.
"And yes, i can tell what you think of me. And the thing about the insults..."
Her voice regained its lilting tone.
"The insults still annoy, sometimes, its just 'insufferable'..."
Vixen smiled slightly, then sighed, and tilted her head to one side, looking at S'aari, as if she was trying to figure out a curious puzzle.
"Now, why is it i've taken a liking to you already..."
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
X laughed under his breath at the look S'aari just gave him, nodding slightly at the words that followed, proceeding to speak himself, oddly enough, not in as much of an 'aggressive' tone, "Well, they could -try- to shoot me, though I guarantee they won't get far... And... You want to be turned into a pair of boots or even a pillow case?" A cheeky grin then crossed his barely visible mouth, as he holstered his pistol and took another drink of the bottle of whiskey.
Vixen let a half-grin crawl up her face.
"Well, you don't need to kill me for me to be a pillow." she said, in a different tone to before.
All the while she watched S'aari for her reaction.
Blinking once, she sniffed the air, and smiled more than before. Blinking again, she opened her eyes, and they seemed more understanding than before.
"Though, i don't think thats very likely...but you never know, i can be very persuasive..." She said in a tone close to mocking, but not mocking in itself.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
S'aari shifted her jaw from side to side thoughtfully, reptilian eyes looking rather unimpressedly at the flirtatious warmblood across the table. She seemed to mull a few thoughts over as she grabbed the bottle of whiskey from its place on the table in front of X. She took a long gulp of it, and then set it back down none too gently, her arm ending at rest on the table beside it. "I think you're coming very close to being hit right back," she said finally in a decidedly nonchalant tone.
Vixen looked for a moment with a lopsided half-smile, then blinked.
"You...are a hard one to figure out...you know that?"
She sat back.
"Well, i think i'll hold back on my flirting...for now...because frankly, its not doing its job."
Vixen slipped a finger over her pistol, picking off a spot of some grime on the primary barrel. Looking back at S'aari for a moment, she spoke in a quieter tone.
"But thats not to say my other abilities didn't do it just fine..."
She sat back again, in a rather relaxed position, and grinned at the two.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
X snarled at her, and the implication she gave, "Believe it or not, mammal, I do not think with me genitals." His attitude suddenly changed again, a wry grin crossing his mouth as he put his feet up on the table and sat back, speaking in a calmer tone, but still with a hint of annoyance, even anger, "That piece of crap on your belt? Please... Either of us could easily out-do you."
