"You wanna get hammered here, miss..? I can't stop you.. but I'm not going to encourage it.."
"Neutralitist.. all the way, huh?"
"I can't help it.. but seriously.."
The bottle was lifted, the cap being popped back in and the bottle floated away using the same blueness that was used to bring it in. "Okay.. yea.. you're done for now, hon'.."
"Hey... I wasn't done with that.." Nicole pouted a little, trying to grab at the bottle as it floated away, the delicious liquid inside now gone from her hold. "Um.. what were we talking about?"
"Yea, and quite frankly I'm going to beat him to a pulp if he tries anything." She looked over at the one who had kidnapped her bottle. "You give that back! I am nowhere near drunk!"
"Heh.. well, I hope he doesn't cause you too much trouble while you're pounding him to a pulp.."
"Maxwell has a habit of doing that.."
She looked to Nicole. "In a bit.."
She turned and walked off, floating the bottle into her hand and taking it with her.
Nicole growled like an angry animal as she watched her walk off with the bottle. "My delicious liquor walking away aside.. Maxwell won't cause any issues for me. If he even comes close to me he'll be attacked with the same prejudice I give to Gallics."
"Well, if you can nip his bud, then I'm all for it, Miss.. I hate how he's given the girls a bad name.."
He ran his hand along Dylan's arm, patting it a bit.
"Alright.. Did, uh.. you want to talk about something else..? Max is important and all, but I'm a little..."
He sighed. "Well, I'm a little spooked that he's gonna come through that door with an incubi wigglin' out of his mouth.."
Dylan giggled at the thought, smiling as she laid against him.
