(Nexus III) Around the Bar

[Emily Makerith]

Emily allows Circe to fuss her with a pleased growl. So, it was all fairy stuffs. "I suppose I could handle that. How does it.... woah." She stares as the veil falls away, revealing the blue-skinned elf. "That's, uh.... well. Wow. That's... a hell of a look."

Connor gets a small frown. Whatever those clues were, it was a bit too subtle for her.

She looks at Mable then Quinn playfully offronted. "A picnic under the stars? You'd better not try to steal her from me. I've had that date." She grins, clearly teasing.

There's a pause as she listens. "You mind if I tag along for this sparring? Sounds like it might be fun."

[Circe]

Circe joined Quinn in raising her glass, "Cheers to their confusion, oh ho ho!" The drink is then drained. As for the other part, "Well dinner helps, but the other parts of a date can tire ya out more," wink and shameless flirting.


And Emily the werewolf finds out how Fairest the deal was. "Like," Circe laughs and Emily will see her pointy ear bounce in amusement, "That. I will admit, this dual thing makes color coordination a little difficult, though I feel the right shade of red works great either way."

"And try not ta freak out if ya see anything strange unless others react ta it," the elfin Fairest informs her, "I'm mostly nice, but some are very naughty. But if others are freaking out about it too," Circe shrugs, "That means it is some sideshow guy or plastic surgery addict. For all that the average Joe would call us wyrd," she laughs, "But they are very cazzo strano with what they choose ta do ta themselves. Saw a guy that looked part tiger once, and it turned out it was just a plastic surgery supported kink."

Circe shakes her head at the recollection of how crazy the mortals can be without outside influence.

[Quinn Durant]

Quinn chuckled a little at Connor's cheeky response, and raised her eyebrows up and down once. Watching him enjoy a little teasing back. Maybe just a little bit of simply watching him. Where they had started and where they were now had grown considerably. Her phone buzzed gently in her pocket, and Quinn checked it. It was her first alarm that Dawn was four hours away. It was late, even by mortal standards. Quinn pivoted and caught the bar tenders attention and closed out her tab, signing the receipt. Connor had already taken care of the tip.

"We should say our goodbyes, Connor. It's getting late." 'It's getting late' being the tell tale we only have so many hours before the dawn.

Quinn grinned to Mable and nodded. "Sounds like a good time to me! Give me a call and we'll get something scheduled." she nodded with a smile.

Quinn winked at Emily. "I will be on my best behavior." That was a Kindred promise if there ever was one. Ambiguous.

Turning a bit to Circe Quinn nodded a bit in perfect understanding. Her gaze a touch more alive, glittering even, she wore a brighter smile than she would have in Kindred company. Remembering to do what felt to Quinn as an almost exaggeration of her emotions, because those closer to humanity operated that way.

"Well you have my number, and you can pick the restaurant. I will bring my fabulous self." Quinn left it open for Circe to make her own decision. After all, not everyone wanted to be that friendly with vampires.

[Connor OBrien]

The haunt watches as Quinn retrieves her phone and checks it, Connor's suspicions are proven true as Quinn mentions the time. "Very Well, Quinn."

He looks between each person currently present. "Have a good night everyone, it was a pleasure. We should do this again some time." His eyes fall on Mable. "I'll keep myself open for you call to schedule that sparring session, I look forward to it." A small smile paints his face as he speaks.

He offers an arm to Quinn to escort her back to the car. "So, your place or mine?" He says with a smirk to the Shadow Priscus, his own final jab as they go to leave.

[Saber Sloth]

Last call for Nexus posts! Scene's currently over time!

[Mable Wood]

Mable watched as every thing happened. She was considering tequila shot off of Circe. When Emily made a noise. That brought her out of her lustful thoughts. "Yes, anyone who wants to do a sparing night I'll set one up."