It was entertaining at the least to watch how people reacted to Fenrir - although she had to admit it always came with good service. Rita watched the man pour the drink, lifting an eyebrow at his words. A small snort escaped her and she tapped a finger on the bar. "Hardly." She disagreed, meeting his eyes. "You owed me, my friend. And now you don't." She gestured to the full glass. "We are simply even now." Rita had a small, almost playful smile cross her lips as she challenged him.
"Even?" There were few people in the world that could challenge him so easily—even on something as inconsequential as a drink. But, Rita was different than most; he actually liked her. Was an avid fan of her tabloid articles, in fact, rubbish as they were. Beneath it, she had a very real cunning—and a way of knowing the impossible. If he hadn't known better, he would have assumed she had The Sight. But the few he had heard of had all been crackpots and lunatics. "Pity. We'll have to find a way to tip those scales, somehow."
Rita held her breath as he repeated the word - waiting for his answer. She kept her face the sort of playfully neutral it had been before, but she had to admit she was a touch nervous. But his answer was mostly benign, so she cracked a smile. “You work on that, love.” Rita responded, actually hoping he might. It was like a game of chess, and she liked to think they were evenly paired. She had more tricks up her sleeve than most people realized. “I am going to work on this and forget the rest.” She held her drink up in a cheers before taking another sip.
