Lavinia yawned quietly, opening an eye and drowsily looking up at X.
"Hello..." she muttered, blinking slowly at him, before she closed her eyes again.
The only sign she was awake was her ears, which flicked back and forth with the sounds and voices in the bar.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Chris looks up from his endless line of shots and eyes the new comer "X", as he aproches Lavinia. Chris stands up finding his left hand resting on his heavaly modded gun, hidden under his coat.
Lavinia shifted slightly, still hugging Kane.
"I'm not tired..." she protested weakly, the weakness of the statement sounding the exact opposite of what Lavinia was saying.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Seeing the look Kain was giving him, Chris sat back down at the table and started cleaning his gun. It was a nervus twitch that Chris hardly knew was there.
Fro Errant violently entered the watering hole, his cheekbones ridged with fresh cuts. He proceeded towards the individual tending bar, scanning the occupants he noticed.. a rather arousing masquerade.
Must be the vodka...
"Pour me something heavy, chief." He said to the bartender, whom nodded before reaching for an unlabeled bottle, pouring Errant a large glass.
Errant picked up the glass and walked over to Chris.
"Nice piece. Where you score it?" He asked, pulling an inhaler from his pocket, inhaling sporadically.
X laughed at Kane, taking another drink from his bottle of rum (// woops, said whiskey last time. ._.) "Yes, yes... I don't doubt that for a second, Kane."
He glanced to Lavinia, hearing her claim she isn't tired. "You know, Kane, maybe you shouldn't act like a parent."
Kane glared. "Tell that to the chick that came in with Lavinia... and left without. Now, if you've got nothing better to say, I'd like to get some sleep myself..."