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.
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?
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