Life Is To Be Enjoyed

Dante smirked into his beer. “No. I don’t belong to any seethe.”

"We seem to be growing in number,"

“I think you’ll find I am quite friendly in these circumstances.” Archer replied, accepting the offered drink. “Though if you are looking for services you’ll need to book an appointment.”

Etain leaned against the bar. "And what services would those be?"

"I suppose that makes the way you were staring at her less creepy,"

Xypher glanced up at who walked up next. "This is revolting." He said moodily, eyes scanning the ballroom. "He's just messing with me. All these fucking vampires. All over the damn place." Then he glared accusingly at them. "Are YOU a vampire?"

"Maybe he is or maybe he just thinks there's noting wrong with most vampire," she commented in reply, her hands lightly clasped behind her back. "Yes," Etain answered honestly and simply.

"If you are here to inquire about my glorious self, I should inform you that there is a waiting list currently. But..." He swirled a finger in the air making little sparks of blue glitter appear. "Our guest for the evening..." He gestured towards the line that had formed before the throne. "He is in fact taking applications. I'm counting on you."

Etain looked towards the warlock in question. "He does not look like he is very pleased with the applicants so far,"