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

Vhalla had been there only long enough to turn around and watch the pool game unfold before her, the man, the loser, turning redder by the moment. She was almost sure she could see steam coming out of his ears. Oh she was sure it was embarrassment more than anything to lose the woman time and time again, he even had the audacity to bark at someone for trying to take the next game. She could see the annoyance of the other patrons and Vhal could see that roiling anger beneath his skin, knew it was going to blow in a matter of moments. She's momentarily distracted as the ebony beauty sidles up next to her, Val's ice blue eyes turning on the woman, amusement crinkling her nose. The two had met... at a bar, no less, Askaree quite literally kicking a man through the door. Vhalla had been delighted! "I did," she offers a sly smile, "Sort of," she tacks on after a moment, swirling the whiskey in her glass before taking another drink.

"Look," she gestures with her head towards the pool table, a woman's cackle rising above the smoke filled room as a shout of anger falls from the man as he stalks around the table, shouting obscenities at her, a finger pointing in her direction. Telling her how she was cheating, that there was no way she could beat him five times and blah blah blah. Vhalla watches the shouting match, still docile for the most part, just as she notices Sera's familiar form sneaking through the bodies and making her way towards the two woman. Vhal raises her drink in greeting just as she approaches. Serafina slides into the free seat, the white haired witch's attention settling on her. She's quick to order before her stormy gaze falls on Vhalla's features, the assassin appraising her. It had been years since she last saw the fellow witch, the very memory of them skating across a pond to teach herself control. It was a... harrowing experience, one she had to sleep off. Though, she hadn't fallen through, which she was rather thankful for. Since then, the witch had learned to control that raging fire, only to discover more talents that lurked beneath her skin as the years went on.

Such memories are pushed away as Sera prods her for information. She shrugs slightly, hardly wanting to lie to her, "I was bored, I thought it might be fun to get a drink," she says with utter nonchalance before leaning back against the bar, her free, scarred hand gesturing to the ebony beauty at her side, noting the way Sera was appraising the were woman, "Serafina, Askaree. Askaree, Sera," Vhal waves a hand between them, the introduction quick, precise, to the point. "Oh, by the way," her ice blue eyes slide to Sera's a wicked smile curling on her lip, "he might spit in your drink, you might want to watch him," she gives a subtle nod of her head towards the bartender who is busy preparing Sera's drink and from the looks of it, four other orders. Her attention switches to Askaree after a moment, the assassin noting the rumpled clothing finally and makeup that was clearly from the night before, "You look like shit," Vhalla notes out loud, smirking like a cat.

She doesn't have time to make another remark at Askaree as the man who was already shouting at the woman had turned and started shouting at another man. Now there were two men shouting at each other, those very two quite literally pressed chest to chest, spittle flying as they screamed in each other's faces. The smallest frown creases between her brows, how very... boring, to scream in someone's face. Didn't they know that so much more feeling was behind fists? She snorts as a loud sound comes from down the bar, a pink haired woman slamming a god damn baseball bat into the counter of the bar as she shouts at them to take it outside. She's ignored, unsurprisingly, Vhalla's gaze lingering for a moment longer before her gaze drifts back to the shouting men. "I bet you both twenty bucks that neither of them actually throw a punch," she says suddenly, amusement curling around her words as she side glances at both of her companions.

Vhalla Solarn

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