The young witch's hand rose, batting the smoke away from her face as she stepped into the smoke laiden bar. A small frown tugged at the corners of her features as her stormy gaze swept over the patrons. How very...different...this place was from those that upscaled establishments Serafina tended to frequent. The young woman began to push her way through the tightly gathered figures, moving with a feline grace towards the ivory haired witch she effortlessly picked out of the crowd. Her head bobbed in a wordless response to the raised glass Vhala offered her in a way of greeting, only for the young witch to slide onto the barstool beside her companion. Her attention immediately turned towards the bartender, Serafina flagging him down with a brief wave of her hand. The man clearly had a gruff nature about him, the stress evident within the way he held himself and the snap within his voice as he inquired after her beverage. Unfazed, Serafina placed her order, offering the man a sweet simper in an effort to quell his clear irritation - at least for her. Her gaze glanced briefly to the side as the man turned around to make her drink, taking note of the arm that snaked over the bar to pilfer a mysterious black bottle. It was hardly her business - the witch kept to her silence as she turned upon her chair to comment on how unexpected Vhalla's invitation was.

Her gaze swept over the thieving woman at her companion's side, her judgmental stare hardly passing either woman's observation as Vhalla offered the pair a brief introduction. The malicious simper offered to her caused one brow to rise before the corners of her sweet heart lips rose in a companionable smile. "A pleasure." She offered in return, only for her stormy irises to shift back towards the ivory witch. The conspiratorial whisper upon Vhalla's lips caused Serafina to briefly lean closer towards her, only for her gaze to turn studiously towards the bartender as he strove to balance a clear influx of drink orders. "Hm..." She muttered softly in acknowledgement. She listened vaguely as the two women beside her bickered briefly over Askaree's appearance, the Were's quip in return brought a soft snort of amusement to her lips, even as she reached out to accept the drink the bartender provided her. She slid some cash across the bartop towards him, offering him yet another sweet smile. "Keep the change." Serafina informed him, hoping to charm the man with her feminine looks and a particularly good tip. At the very least, maybe it would secure her better drinks in the future.

Serafina turned back within her chair, her attention shifting towards the commotion on the other side of the bar. Their shouting match could be heard over the music from the jukebox in the corner, garnering the attention of most of the bar's patrons. The young witch leaned back against the bar behind her, sipping silently upon her drink before a resounding thud demanded her attention, the tip of a baseball bat slamming on the counter as another bartender strove to break up the fight from afar. That sudden bet offered to both women caused a skeptical glimpse to cross the witch's features. It was an easy bet to win. But was it worth it for a mere twenty? "Please, Vhalla, you have to make these things worth my while." The witch commented, hardly needing to resort towards the crude language of her companion who had already accepted the low amount of cash. Her free hand rose, shifting in the air with a brief flick of her wrist. It was hardly difficult for the water witch to manipulate the situation before her. The human body, after all, was made primarily with her element. It was easy to find the water within one of the man's body, to seize upon it and propel his fist forward in a rather sloppy punch. For a moment, the man seemed...baffled by his wrist's movement on its own. His opponent seemed equally as surprised that he'd actually hit him. Serafina watched as that anger transformed into something else upon the man's features, the other man's fist curling abruptly before he reached back to throw a far more solid punch than she had propelled in his face. "I think you owe us some money." Serafina added, an easy smile appearing upon her fair features.

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