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Nyx gently swirled the glass in her hand as she continued to sit at the Tavern Bar. She was currently swearing to herself left and right that this was the last time she'd -ever- come here. If she got one more "Dat a**" comment she'd go on a mass murdering spree. And she did -not- mean on vampires. For once. The bartending fae seemed to pick up on Nyx's irritation, and even though they were well aware the slayer could handle herself, they still warned whoever was stupid enough to get within arms reach. ...The slayer still wasn't sure if she was gratefull or irritated by it. Ah well. What the hell did she care. She shrugged, her ears or wings twitching every time someone got too close to her, entered or left the tavern.

The Vampire's presence went undetected by the Slayer. Vampires were a constant here, and they were so often it was usually hard to separate an indivual scent from the mass. What did catch her eye though was the sudden tenseness the barkeep, and a few other staffing fae's and bar patrons, seemed to develop. One ear perked up in mild annoyance as she watched the barkeeps eyes flick between her and someone farther down.

....Oh you have got to be kidding.

Nyx's eyes narrowed as they settled on a familar -she mentally gagged for using such a word to describe him of all people - form. She grabbed her drink and slowly stalked off to the other edge of the bar. "I swear to god. If you ordered some girly drink, you should just get a sex change and be done with it."

Nyx rolled her eyes. "Says the wanna-be-trans." She shrugged. "Wither you choose to believe it or not I could care less. But I -do- have some place I crash." The slayer then snorted. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Riiiiiiight. Atleast I don't dress like the opposite gender."

Nyx couldnt help, and couldn't fight back the fit of giggles that sprang to life in her throat as the Viking grabbed Elijah's hand. She had seen the viking skulking about the tavern on a number of occasions when she had decided to stop long enough for a drink. While they never exchanged words, she herself knew better then to irritate the male. "So then go back to your corner and drink." She quipped. "I have done nothing other then sit at the bar for hours." Red eyes momentarily flicked to the semi captive vampire.

True she had gone over to him first, but she had been in the tavern far long then he had that night.

Another giggle slipped through her lips. "I wouldn't say such things E-li-jah." She taunted, drawing out the syllables in his name. "Just as vampires frequent here. There are those that rather like my line of work.. Also, just as an fyi.. Keep in mind the few who do not tolerate such language directed at a female." She once again looked back at the viking before turning to order something for the barkeep. One for herself, and one for the viking in an act of thanks.

She had been halfway through her drink when she spit it back out at the Vikings words, just barely missing Elijah. Oops. Well that was unitentional. Nyx coughed a few times before looking at Tullok. "I'd sooner DIE." She yelled after him.

She blinked a few times as her personal space bubble was invaded to a new level. "... You idiot. Did you not learn anything from that? Christ. You're going to get your a** kicked in this place and you wont even see it coming."

Nyx snorted, she had no doubts he could snap someone in half. "That may be true but even -you- have a limit to how much you can take on." She snipped back. A wing on her back twitched. "I beat you didn't I?"

She glanced at the Barkeep. Poor guy was probably gonna need to bath in holy water for a week after this. ...Either that or go on a really nice vacation. "Fine. But -real- drinks. None of your sissy fruity girl drinks.

"Get a new insult kid."

She leaned her head on her hand as she watched the Barkeep make the drinks. "... What do you wanna bet he's gonna change his hours so the tavern closes at Sundown now?" She snickered. ...It was always fun to watch others squirm.

Another roll of her eyes.

"Anything I buy will be better then your outfit." she snorted. "Seriously. How many copies of the same outfit do you have?!"

(XD Technically she is older. She's an 10.)

"So? I've seen younger children act like adults more then I've seen the latter. Age is merely a number. It has nothing to do with maturity."

Tapping the glass against his, with enough courtesy to not make the flame jump to the other's glass. "b***h please. It looks like the same damn thing I tore to shreds. And at least I'd stay away from colors that clashed with my fur." ... Or in this case it would probably be her hair that she'd have to watch. Very few things went with that shade of blue.