you could rattle the stars.
you could do anything,
if only you dared

Vhalla is altogether pleased that the Dark Hunter accepted her challenge, her own grin mirroring his as they both take several long draws from their bottles. Hot she loved that burning sensation, something she would never get tired of. She only wished that her damn hangovers weren't so bloody bad, but all good things tended to come with a price. As she mentions she can drink most people under the table, Vhalla grins at his response, her slim shoulders shifting at him casually, "No, you definitely are not like most people I've met," she says, bringing that bottle to her lips once more. "You're terrible at your job, for one," she laughs then, her lyrics holding that of a teasing note though there is sill a bit of a tremble to it as she forces memories of Ivan away. "And two, you suck at sparring. Maybe we should go another round so I can thoroughly kick your ass this time," she grins at him, her eyes beginning to light up with humor, chasing away that darkness. "I bet I could still beat you, drunk and with one hand tied behind my back," she waggles her fingers at him again, a quiet laughter escaping her lips before she suddenly lifts her legs up and places her bare feet in Lazarus's lap.

Hardly caring if he minded or not, she wanted to put her feet up and he was in the closest chair. Problem solved, at least in her mind. As she asks him a question, there's a small part of her that is surprised that he respond almost instantaneously and with something that explained... a lot of things about Lazarus. Had she been sober she might have inquired about it, might have comforted him or even offered her sad story in return, but she was drunk and that part of her was just out of reach. Vhalla hardly has any time to say anything as Lazarus launches into his own question. Blinking st him, she laughs loudly, her fingers trailing down to her black underwear, tugging at the spandex, "These are my underwear, idiot," she laughs again before taking another drink, "Though, if you want to go on a panty raid through my drawers, be my guest. I'm sure you'll find something you'll like in there," she gestures with her hand down the hall before returning to the next part of his statement.

"As for me being braless... well, you're definitely right. Checking me out, Laz?" She drawls teasingly, "I mean, I know I'm very attractive, I just didn't realize you had been looking at my boobs," she states, shifting her feet on his lap, crossing one over the other. "I know you find me attractive," she says suddenly, her teasing blue eyes traveling to his face as that alcohol takes hold of her, pushing away those fears, "You enjoyed me kissing you," she mentions the bar from the other night as she remembers the feel of her plump lips roving against his. "Deny it all you want, but I could tell," she grins at him before moving her feet from his lap and leaning forward to shove her bottle into his hand and taking his, staring that she wanted to try his. As she grasps the bottle and brings it to her lips, she leans forward a touch more, losing her balance as she falls forward, her hand landing on his thigh as she catches herself. Laughing again, she puts the bottle on the table, her blue eyes traveling to Laz's neck, that necklace poking out the top of his shirt.

Reaching forward, she grasps the cord and tugs the tooth out of his shirt, her eyes inspecting the fang on it closely, her calloused fingers running over the smoother bone. The assassin hardly had gotten a good look at it before, now she was rather interested it, not realizing how close she had gotten to Laz, her hand still firmly planted on his upper thigh. "I'm always demanding. I'll tell you something I've never told anyone before," she says suddenly, her eyes roving up to his, a wicked grin dancing along her lips, "I think you have a nice butt," she states, her grin only widening as she tugs unknowingly on his necklace, drawing him closer, their breaths now mingling. Laughing quietly, she allows that icy gaze of hers to travel his features only to land on his lips, that amusement beginning to fade from her eyes. Was she drunk enough for this? Did she really need this? She asked herself those questions, her eyes hooding as a touch of desire begins to take ahold of her. The thought of Ivan and his hands on her flash through her, she needed this, she wanted to rid that memory of Ivan, she wanted to chose for once.

Though, she would never admit to herself that she wanted Laz, she would never live it down if the man knew she wanted him. And with that, she decided, her blue eyes flicking up to his green, her hand dropping that necklace, "I'm about to make another demand," she says, her voice having lowered an octave with a touch of lust, "Kiss me," she states, realizing in that moment if he didn't kiss her, she sure as hell was going to kiss him. She needed this, she wanted this, and she was drunk enough to not care about the consequences that would surely follow. Yet, perhaps she wasn't ready quite yet. A roguish smile then adorns her features as she quickly reaches for that necklace again and slipping it over his head. Standing suddenly, her chair being knocked backwards as she dances to the middle of the room, the cell ace twirling around her fingers. "I want you to kiss me, Laz, but first you need to earn it. Try and get your necklace back," she holds it out to him, a hand planted on her hip, ready to dart away from him.

Vhalla Solarn

To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered