“Oh, they’re fun alright.” Roxie’s eyes seemed to do the tiniest of inner dances when she thought about shooting. “Such versatile things; used for recreation, degradation and sometimes annihilation…”
“Whatever you do, ixnay the Elvisay around dogya.” Shaking both hands out by her hips. Her piss poor attempt at pig Latin was at least easy to figure out, unlike Sumerian. The Savage considered telling him he was interesting to talk to, but didn’t want to stroke his ego just yet.
“Yeah, the evening has been quite entertaining to say the least. Even without someone being torpored, staked or burned.” Saying it like it was nothing, but a unique look of excitement and thrill crept into her eyes as the mere mention of the three.
The leggalicous Regent had been keeping an eye on the Kindred surrounding Dillon. “Mmhmm, yeah, Mr. Popular has his night cut out for him. You prob have a good idea to find him on another night.” Nodding to the rest of the Vampires assembled. “Besides, I’m sure you could find someone more titillating to spend the remainder of the evening with.” Smirking while she caught sight of all the other chickadoos around the Bella.