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"Such pleasure from such simplicity?" Nightingale asked. "I am curious. What was so horrible about Scotland that made you so passionate about not being there now?"

You shouldn't presume that she's from Scotland just because her accent is Scottish, Nightingale's voice of reason nagged at her. And furthermore, this is way too personal of a question. What if she asks you the same thing? How could you respond without revealing an intimate part of your mind to her? Sure, she's nice enough, but so was Morgana, remember?

"I apologize, if that was too personal a question," Nightingale murmured. "But thank you for answering."

Be careful, Nightie, her inner muse warned. This is what got you into trouble with Morgana, remember? Sharing stories over wine? Candle light? Darkness outside? Hm? Any of this ringing a bell? Be cautious, don't let yourself get in too deep.

Rayni stepped into Tipsy's doorway, stopping in the middle of the frame. She looked around to find someone to conversate with. She had only been in Neverwinter for a few days, and had little money left with her. She searched the room with her glowing chrome eyes.

Nightingale nodded slightly. She turned back to the bartender. "A Dead Caeser is made with oregano, mint, peppermint absinthe and human blood," she said in a curt voice. "One, please."

Nightingale smirked with satisfaction as she sipped the drink. "It is a complex cocktail served in most underground blood bars," she said simply. "You know, the ones where those wannabe vampires hang out and bite each other's shoulders with false fangs?Hn. Vampires never do that unless they are mating."

Shush! You are saying too much! her little voice reprimanded. Stop talking about vampires. Talk about bunnies. You love bunnies.

Lila sat her eyes dead set on the door way. She grinned and swigged her manhatten, "another please" She already was a little on the ground, but she drank another and another until she passed out, her head on the counter.

Dierdre cocked her eyebrow in response then smiled lazily as the waitress brought over there drinks. She delicatly picked up her glass and swished it around enjoing the boquet that arose from the glass.

She waited for the waitress to leave before saying, "So, would it be to brash of me to assume you yourself are a vampire?"

The word Vampire flowed off her tounge with a honey-ish ring. She almost seemed to taste the words as she said them, and she loved the taste of this word. She'd only met one or two other vampires in her life. Only a few other people like her.. who were doomed to live a really long time.

She smile shrank a little as she thought about this ruefully. What she wouldn't give to just live a normal lengthed life.

"Please, don't leave. I know how it feels to be alone. And I would give anything to have been human." Dierdre said it before she could stop herself.

She really didn't want to be alone tonight. And she really didn't want to get hurt, but being alone was worse. It would always be worse. Exspecially when you were lonely. "I won't matter that much when it comes to saying anything to anyone either. So don't worry about it."