Oh mercy, will it overcome us

"And there is an answer worth toasting to!"

Bethel couldn't fight the smile that snaked it's way over her features, wriggling its way there with a wry slither. As the corner of her lips turned up, the young woman gently brushed her hair past her cheek to tuck behind her ear in order to see the gentleman in front of her with greater ease. Sitting there, he looked so comfortable and unabashed in the flush of heat that had clearly risen to his cheeks in light of the ingested alcohol. It was almost as if the young woman wished that the drink had the same effect on her, desiring the same complimentary blush to swarm her cheeks and allow her eyes to cross, gently but in a hazy manner. Oh, what it would be to have such little remorse for her actions and her poise. The young woman ran her finger over her lips briefly, as if contemplating how thoroughly she wished she could mirror the same kind of lackadaisical manner with which Blake blinked up at her, the ... lack of regard he had for what she might have been. Did he worry, at all, that the creatures in the room with him were all but human? It had been a good bit of time since Bethel had a proper conversation with a human. Blake's flush, his tipsy chit-chat and his unfortunately adorable demeanor tipped the young snake off to a weakness she hadn't considered when originally joining the man for drinks.

"Don't insult your creativity! I would have thoroughly enjoyed hearing your bullshit."

Bethel's words were cooed softly, exiting her blush colored lips with a jolt of humor. She truly did enjoy the man's company, even if it seemed the drinks had gotten the better of him already. As her fingers reached to give the man relief from the indentation of his mask, the smile never faltered, even when he leaned away from her. Bethel was used to a similar reaction, as so many seemed to have trouble with accepting her seemingly unprecedented way of attacking situations with no hesitation. It was rare that a companion accepted her full frontal way of existing, and if they did? Bethel would become a loyal, unwavering friend and as she was lacking a variety of them in this city, Bethel softened slightly as Blake accepted her invitation to accompany her out of the room. Surely, he felt the suffocating oppression of the party. Though she didn't truly want to admit it to herself, Bethel felt finished with the exhibition, and would have much preferred climbing the fire escape to view the high rises of the city from the roof of the building. As Blake stands, the young woman allows him space to make the first upward attempt by himself. When he is deemed capable, she merely allows the same predatory smile to affix itself to her reptilian features as he attempts to figure out just what might be the best course of action. To take her hand, or not to take her hand?

In an effort to allow the man some decency, Bethel offered the man her outstretched hand in an afterthought, using it as an excuse to give him support to keep both upright as they snuck out of the party. With her glass firmly secured in one hand, Bethel raised it slightly to Alexis, the young woman she had met only moments prior, before ducking out of the door and happily relishing the feeling of the cold air as it rushed over her. Upon exit from the party, Bethel can see Blake taking his mask off only to be followed shortly by his blazer. After running her finger over her lips, the woman's eyes seem to light up with an internal flare of that same humor, reignited by his sudden desire to rid himself of his formal clothing.

"If I had known this was a private show, perhaps I would have brought some dollar bills with me," She muses, peering over at him through her big, guarded eyes. When Blake raises his hand to rub the bridge of his nose, it is then that Bethel realizes she has done both of them a favor by relieving them the duty of loitering by the bar. Here, it was a much better to hold a conversation or get to know the man that was.... behind the mask. "I am confident you can find a way to thank me properly. How are you not freezing?" The young woman's eyebrows knit together as she realized just how cold she actually was, finding he rreptilian blood significantly protesting against the frigid winter wind.

Bethel Mercy Ayer -- were-anaconda -- played by auree