Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he follows behind the assertive kinfolk as she leads him towards the bar he frequents often. After all it's one of the only places he can go that he doesn't terrify most of the patrons. Tis good to be around other Fenrir*

Hillary Minger (pb 3): Damn right she leads. And walks around the place as if she owns it, a few familiar faces in there recognizing her and waving or saying hello to her as she enters.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Whiskey? *he says as he moves to the bar. He notes how she carries herself. Girl is definately Fenrir that much is pretty obvious*

Hillary Minger (pb 3): ((yay..my mouse works again.)) "Sure...." she sits down at the bar. "Make it two."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he leans against the bar, and grabs the tender's attention* Two ales, two shots of whiskey. *he says with a polite but authoritative tone. He pushes two of the drinks in her direction when they're placed on the bar. He glances around trying to determine if there's any humans bold enough to be running around here at this hour. He decides to play it safe* So you're new in town eh? *he says as he lifts the shot to take it with her*

Hillary Minger (pb 3): "Fairly. Been here a week now."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Gotten into any trouble? *he asks with a laugh as he downs the shot. He pushes the shot glass aside for it to be refilled. He sips the beer as a chaser*

Hillary Minger (pb 3): She downs the shot like it's water, doing the same with her shot glass and going for the ale. "Not yet. Can't wait to stir up some trouble though."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Oh yeah? *that seems to pique his interest* What kind of mayhem did you have in mind?

Hillary Minger (pb 3): "Get some people hot under the collar. See how far their buttons can be pushed."

mmrr!: ((open?))

Hillary Minger (pb 3): ((Sure))

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he laughs a bit* Sounds like fun, you seem like the type who lives dangerous, whose buttons did you plan on pushing? Hagens? *he laughs again, someone would have to be insane to push that Fenrir's buttons*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (lives dangerously that should ready, stupid left out letters)

Surly: *scowling, she stalks in from outside. in a black leotard and grey yoga pants. shocking yellow and screaming red hair pulled into a high ponytail, and her lovely face glowing from recent excercise of some sort.* ((PB 2, Gall, App 4. *L*))

Hillary Minger (pb 3): "I might. Though he's been working through shit too, so I won't press too hard. Not yet. I was about ready to clock Dorothy though. Just cuz."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: ~Arn is a large man, even by the standards of the Fenrir, he stands 6'5" and weighs in excess of 280 pounds. He could be considered attractive with a strong jawline, dark hair and eyes, but such qualities are often spoiled by his air of arrogance and outright superiority. He moves with a slow and deliberate stride, his gaze meeting that of any who look his way, his expression set into an almost perpetual scowl. He's dressed casually wearing a white tank-top, loose fitting blue jeans, and some hefty looking steel toed boots...in case someone needs their head stomped in~

Surly: *gives Hill a long look, then a short nod. eyes Arn dourly, seemingly not terribly impressed with the fellow. and asks the nearest waitress for a helping of whatever's easiest to grab and serve*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Dorothy! *he laughs loudly* Somethin tells me he would've gone down like a ton of bricks.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he tilts his head to the side as he catches sight of Surly. Interesting. He'll watch to see what develops.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: d10: per+lore: 3,9,10,9,4,

Hillary Minger (pb 3): She gives a wave to Surly then finishes her ale, which is about half of it all in one long swallow. "I could have probably huffed and puffed him right over."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Would've been pretty fucking funny if you punched him. I wonder if he would've cried. *he laughs a bit and then finishes his beer* Another? *he asks Hillary*

Surly: *sends Arn a scowl for his attention and finds a seat at a nearby table. the waitress soon comes out with hot water, teabags, and a plate of something noodly. with something salady on the side. Surly grunts by way of thanks, sourly*

Surly: *returns Hill's wave with a smirk, then begins to devour her meal. neatly, but swiftly*

Hillary Minger (pb 3): "She probably thinks I'm sleeping with the owner..." she laughs softly. "But I'm not. Just she's not into -breeding-"

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he laughs at Surly's scowl, but only pays her a cursory glance, he's entertained by Hillary at the moment.*

Surly: *snorts and settles back, holding her mug of tea in her hands* watching the room broodingly*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Who, the sour looking one? *he asks Hillary as he glances back at Surly. He turns and orders two more beers to go with their already poured shots of whiskey. He lifts the shot to Hillary in toast before he throws it back*

Hillary Minger (pb 3): She nods, giving a silent toast as she toss her own shot back.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Room for one more? *S* ))

Hillary Minger (pb 3): ((sure :) ))

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he takes a few big swigs from the beer and leans more into the bar* Not into breeding. *he says repeating her words from earlier* I don't gather I'd like getting knocked up eithe *he says with a laugh*

Surly: ((*G* surely!)) *rolls her neck, producing several interesting crackly sounds, and sips her tea. the waitress comes by to get her dishes. and leaves behind a dish of soem kind of pastry with sauce. Surly eyes it consideringly*

Hillary Minger (pb 3): "She's Surly. She's family, not directly. And good folks."

Hillary Minger (pb 3): "You're fucking guy. Of course not. Couldn't take the first pain of labor pains either I imagine," she smirks before downing her ale in a few gulps.

Hillary Minger (pb 3): ((that should read 'you're a fucking guy.'))

Surly: *she chooses. sets down her mug and begins to eat the dessert. it seems to be rather tasty from the speed at which it's disappearing. although from the look on her face, she might as well be eating castor oil and stale bread*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he laughs loudly* I deal with pain well enough, but, I think I'd go insane if I had no release for my anger. I do not know how woman warriors do it. *speaking of Garou of course but in a slightly less obvious fashion*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: The door to Redbones open, and in walks the girl that just screams 'high breeding.' She pauses there, looking over Redbones with a faint smile...little can bring such to the woman's face, but this place does. It feels like home. She's dressed in her usual outfit...boots, pants, and shirt, all in black. Practical clothes fitted to her form.

Hillary Minger (pb 3): "That's called PMS big boy," she jabs him in the ribs playfully, but again, she doens't hold back her strength around Arn either.

Surly: *looks over as the door opens. nods once, shortly, to the high-class chickie at the door*

Hillary Minger (pb 3) -> Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Did you see Hillary's description from earlier?))

Annika Brandt [PB 5] -> Hillary Minger (pb 3): ((I didn't, sadly.))

Hillary Minger (pb 3) -> Annika Brandt [PB 5]: The brunette is out, exploring her new territory so to speak. It is a warm night out so she wears a white tank top and plum shorts and rounds out the simple outfit with a pair of black sneakers (no-name). The woman looks like she works out, both upper and lower body, but is not overly bulky and enjoys being outdoors, as is evident in her tanned complextion, which make her blue eyes stand out. (page: www.obsidianroses.com/hillary.htm)

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he laughs at the jab in the ribs and then looks towards the door* Ah, another of our cousins. One of exceptional ancestry at that. *speaking of Annika of course. He's not sure which of the Brandt twins it is though*

Hillary Minger (pb 3): "Such a pretty young one...." she nods. "Black isn't a bad color....but looks best in leather."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((You guys are going to have to give me a moment. Gotta go kill some neighbor kids. BRB.))

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (kill!) *he laughs at Hillary's comment* Caught your eye has she?

Hillary Minger (pb 3): "Oh I'm not like Dorothy. I like my men and I like them well hung."

Surly: *pushes her empty dessert dish away and stretches slowly, with more odd crackly sounds from various bits*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he raises his eyebrows and laughs again* My, you're quite bold, his blood definately runs in your veins that much is quite clear.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She looks over in the direction of Surly and offers a brief, calm nod, and then glances in Arn and Hillary's direction. Her eyes drop appropriately when she sees the Ahroun, and she makes her way toward that table. She carries that straight-backed, strong posture built of discipline as she moves comfortable through the room.

Hillary Minger (pb 3): "Damn fucking right it does. So hey, Surly...." she calls out. "You want to join us for drinks?"

Surly: *looks over at Hill* why not? i'm bored. *smirks as she rises* i'll stick to tea, though--Hagen hasn't won that bet yet.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: No need for formality this night *he says to Annika although he refrains from using her name cause he's unsure which of the twins she is. He looks to Surly when she stands up.* Tea? *he shrugs and then turns to get himself and Hillary a few more shots of whiskey. He orders them 3 each this time*

Surly: *looks Annika over* which twin are you? *sips her tea as she takes a seat* you can have some tea, i guess. it's a good herbal blend--rose hips and other weeds.

Surly: *smirks to Arn* drinking booze lessens your reflexes. who wants that?

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: I'll pass, thanks though. *he laughs a bit and then holds up one of the shots to down with Hillary when she's ready*

Hillary Minger (pb 3): "There's two of you?" she blinks. "No thanks. Don't like tea...." but Arn gets a smile with the three shots of whiskey offer.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: d10: Per+Garou Lore: 3,9,3,9,8,7,

Hillary Minger (pb 3): She smirks at Surly. "Want to put your money where your fists are?" all friendly of course. "I can prove I haven't lost any of my faculties."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Formality and respect, Sir, are two different things. Good evening." She nods to him, then looks to Hillary and nods. "Indeed there are. Good evening." She looks to Surly and gives a last nod. "I am Annika. Tatiana is elsewhere tonight."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he laughs again and shrugs to Surly* I know magic to purify the blood. *he raises his eyebrows. Likely he's joking as saying something like that can't possibly be taken seriously*

Surly: *grins widely to Hill* ready to go outside any time you are. *laughs, than nods to Annika* maybe sometime i'll be able to tell you apart better. your sister wears white, right?

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Usually, yes." She nods to Surly, still standing. "Though of late, she has changed her clothing from time to time."

Surly: *snorts to Arn* if you DID know that sort of thing, why waste it when you could just...not...drink?

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "May I join you all?"

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he turns to Annika and nods to her although he has a strange grin upon his face. Perhaps that's because he's found a drinking partner with a taste for whiskey* Well, you're being respectful Anni *he says laughing as he shortens her name* but you need not mix it with formality, no one's going to bite your head off for letting your hair down. I think Hillary here might enjoy that.

Surly: *nods to Annika* good. white's hard to keep clean.

Hillary Minger (pb 3): Hillary stands up, and with the shots and the ales, the girl moves completely sober.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he laughs loudly when Surly confronts him about his "magic"* Cause it ain't that difficult to pull off when you know what I know.

Surly: *sets down her tea with a wide grin, cold blue eyes lighting up* i haven't had a decent brawl in weeks. *smirks* old Heinie's been avoiding the issue.

Surly: *snorts to Arn* difficulty isn't the issue. wasite of resources better put to other uses is.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She raises an eyebrow at Arn's comment, as well as the shortening of her name, but remains otherwise calm. "My formality is a matter of nature, sir. I shall try to let it go some, though."

Hillary Minger (pb 3): "Yes, come sit down already." Even if she's standing ready to prove Surly wrong about drinking.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he shrugs a Surly* Guess you ain't catchin on what I'm actually talking about. It's not really magic. *he frowns a bit, having to explain it takes the fun out of the joke. He turns to take another of the whiskey shots*

Surly: mph. *eyes Hill* we going to throw down hard enough to need to go outside, or can we push tables out of the way and entertain the masses? *pulling off her heavy, pointy, silver rings as she speaks*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Thank you, miss. Pardon me...I am Annika Brandt." She nods to Hillary politely and settles into a seat.

Hillary Minger (pb 3): "Both of you need to know when and how to loosen up sometimes. It's not a waste if you're enjoying it."

Surly: *gives Arn a toothy grin, something very satisfied about her gaze*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he looks back to Annika* Nah, just be yourself, I'm just being an asshole. It's the whiskey.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "As you will, sir." She gives Arn a protocol smile.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "My enjoyment, Miss, does not require that I show it to great lengths. It is there however I may express it."

Hillary Minger (pb 3): "Good 'nuff for me then, missy," she smiles.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he wanders over in Annika's direction, when he draws near he reaches out and gives her hair a ruthless tousling* You know, me and your sister have been training. She's making good progress in building stamina and strength.

Hillary Minger (pb 3): "So Surly.....you coming or what?" she asks.

Surly: *rolls her eyes* guess that answers my question. Annika, watch these for me, all right? *leaving the rigns on the table. and heading for the door with Hill*

Hillary Minger (pb 3): "Watch my shots for me big boy," she tells Arn and heads out.

Surly: *she almost looks happy to be about to deal in pain. hers, Hill's....doesn't seem to make a difference*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Drink your shots? I'm on it. *he laughs as he downs the 3rd of his 3 shots of whiskey.*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She looks at Arn when he tousles her hair, and the faintest hind of a line comes to her jaw. She focuses her attention on Surly and takes the rings with a nod. "Of course, Miss Surly." She looks back to Arn. "That is good, sir. I am quite glad she has endeavored to do so. I regret that I have been focused in my studies to the point of missing out."

Surly: *gives Annika a thumb's-up by way of reply. and steps outside*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he scowls at Annika* She's more fun than you are. *Tatiana he means. He picks up the 2 of Hillary's shots remaining and then follows the women outside. Arn's usually the one involved in the brawling but he wont' pass up the opportunity to watch one that's for sure*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "I'm glad you enjoy her company." She pockets Surly's rings and moves to follow.

Hillary Minger (pb 3): "First one down and crying uncle?" she asks.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he shakes his head at Annika, he laughs a bit obviously having downed 7 shots and a couple of beers has him buzzing a good amount. He's not drunk though, just in a bit of a better mood than he usually is. Although with whiskey and Rage that can probably change instantly*

Surly: *laughs* you won't hear me crying uncle. but if you beat me fair and square,i'll yield. any rules, like no deliberately setting out to maim or kill? *she says that so calmly*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She moves along behind the big man, her own thoughts being kept to herself as she moves. She reaches up and smoothes her hair out, frowning a little...the tousling having messed up her braid a bit. Something to be fixed later.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he tilts his head to the side as he leans against the outside wall of the bar. He puts the shots on the window sill so he's not stuck holding them. He watches Surly rather intently. She doesn't look like Fenrir kinfolk...acts like it though...curious. What he's thinking is probably plain on his face, he's fairly guileless*

Hillary Minger (pb 3): "If I wanted to kill, you'd know it. This is just friendly fighting."

Surly: *she pays no attention to Arn. giving her concentration, and therefor her respect, to her opponent*

Surly: *nods* good enough. *begins to grin as she settles into a ready stance, eyes bright as she locks them on Hill*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he watches as the women prepare to battle, although of course in the back of his mind he's thinking "cat fight!"*

Hillary Minger (pb 3): Hillary moves into her own ready stance. "You go first...."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She stands next to Arn, about four feet away from the man, and watches Hillary and Surly with faint interest.

Surly: *so, she lashes out. feinting with her left fist. and making a serious effort to kick Hill, with her left leg*

Surly: d10: d/b: 3,7,8,10,6,2,3,8,

Surly: d10: reroll : 7,

Hillary Minger (pb 3): She'll try to dodge that kick, not exactly falling for the feint.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he takes a half side step towards Annika and then reaches out to poke her in the shoulder although not roughly, it's just one finger after all* Do you ever have fun? *he asks the pure-blooded woman*

Hillary Minger (pb 3): d10: dodge: 8,8,6,9,8,2,9,

Surly: *she grins more widely, as Hill not only doesn't fall for the trick--she dodges. and very nicely, too*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "We fight a war, sir." She says it quietly and calmly, her attention still on the combatants. "A war in which there is a dearth of forces. Meaning there is much to do, and little time for...fun." She shrugs slightly. "I enjoy things. I do not do things for the sheer purpose of enjoying them."

Hillary Minger (pb 3): The girl has excellent balance she'll see too.

Hillary Minger (pb 3): Hill goes for a one two punch next.

Surly: *she waits for Hill tomake the next move, grinning wolfishly as she begins to circle the woman, or try to. very slowly*

Hillary Minger (pb 3): d10: brawl: 4,9,4,2,4,10,4,

Hillary Minger (pb 3): d10: reroll: 3,

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he snorts a bit* You say that like I don't know it. You ain't on the front lines girlie. I know we're in a war, more personally than you could begin to comprehend. I've seen death, I've wreaked terrible destruction upon all in my path. Even I know that one cannot battle endlessly. *he shakes his head* Finding time between the storms to rest is the key to maintaining one's focus. If you do not reconnect with those you protect..then your battles lose some of their meaning. *he huffs a bit* You're a buzz kill Annika.

Surly: *she attempts to dodge the punches*

Surly: d10: d/d: 9,2,3,7,3,2,8,2,

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Quit dancing around and hit each other! *he shouts*

Hillary Minger (pb 3): She laughs. "I'm trying....it's easier to hit when I use my sword." Her eyes never leaving Surly's body though, watching her body language quite closely.

Surly: *she's cruder* shut up or put out, boytoy. *a smirk. watching Hill carefully. lashing out with a punch of her own this time*

Surly: d10: d/b: 8,6,5,7,9,10,6,7,

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he laughs too when Hillary responds. His pleasant mood seeming to return*

Surly: d10: reroll : 2,

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She looks up at Arn a moment, then back to the fight. "My apologies, sir, if I offended. I merely meant to express my opinion. You speak from a different perspective then I. I do not protect...I do what I am born for. As you are. My connection to those I am to deal with is perhaps not as obvious or...open as yours. But it is there. And if I bring sobriety to a situation...then so be it."

Hillary Minger (pb 3): She'll try to block the hit this time.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he looks back at Annika* You're not offending me, you're just boring me. You act like a Fang, or a Lord. *he says that perhaps more loudly than he should but those terms dont' really mean much without context*

Hillary Minger (pb 3): d10: wp/block: 4,8,8,7,3,1,7,

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She looks up at him again. The level of offense in her expression is muted only in that she is trying like mad to control it.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he scowls at Annika* Speak your mind Annika. I know you've more to say.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She takes several breaths, considering her words carefully, likely out of a sense of self-preservation. "Considering those I have met of those groups...I am very sorry, sir, that you think so low of me as to place me at a level of decadance as such. I assure you, you are quite mistaken, and would respectfully ask that you not insult me in such a manner."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((decadence and disrespect))

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he scowls at her again* I don't think anything of you, I've no basis to form true judgement of your worth. I know there is strength within you, and an eagerness to prove yourself. I do not comprehend the path you're on. *he shakes his head* You respectfully ask I not insult you? How about you show you've got some backbone and stand up for yourself with some true vigor. Please don't tell me you're so easily damaged.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She looks away from him, watching the fight with clenched jaw. "I do not understand what you expect of me. Sir."

Surly: d10: dmg: 2,1,4,6,

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: I have no idea what you're capable of Annika. I expect you only to live up to your heritage, to stand tall in the face of adversity or to defend the path you've chosen. *he shakes his head and leans back against the wall of the bar. The little serious discussion having all but completely stolen his buzz*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (should be STR+2 for the punch me thinks 7 to hit, she blocked 4)

Surly: d10: : 5,2,3,6,4,

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "I will gladly defend the path I have chosen, sir. When someone knows it enough to challenge it."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he laughs a bit* Getting venomous are we?

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She shakes her head a bit. "Stating fact. A fact you stated before I did."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he laughs again and then reaches out to poke her once more this time just above her ribs* You're fiery, I'm surprised it took so much to draw that out of you.

Hillary Minger (pb 3): d10: stam: 8,5,3,

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She grits her teeth. "Do. Not. Do. That." A longer pause, before she manages a "Please. Sir."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he laughs again* Why'd you have to ruin it by saying please? I'm not going to flip out if you break protocol, they're over their punching each other for fun! We're relaxing here, times are dark, but we're here in the light for the moment. Enjoy it.

Hillary Minger (pb 3): Hillary seems to have just gotten thawpped and it's all in good. So she goes for another punch again.

Hillary Minger (pb 3): d10: brawl: 9,8,4,5,1,7,8,

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She turns her gaze to meet his. A rare moment, indeed. "I see nothing to enjoy at this particular moment, sir. No do I see anything that I will be enjoying any time soon. I merely wait to return Miss Surly's items before I depart."

Surly: *again with the attempting to dodge*

Surly: d10: db: 2,10,4,8,6,8,1,8,

Surly: d10: reroll : 9,

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Give em to me, I'll make sure she gets them. *he scowls at her once more but it's in jest, although perhaps that's not obvious*

Hillary Minger (pb 3): And Hillary entirely misses.

Surly: *and lashes out for another kick*

Surly: d10: d/b: 5,7,10,4,4,8,4,2,

Surly: d10: rr: 4,

Hillary Minger (pb 3): She attempts to block the kick

Hillary Minger (pb 3): d10: block: 9,5,2,9,3,8,2,

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She looks up at Arn and nods a little bit, dipping her hand in her pocket and pressing Surly's rings into Arn's hand. Surly's pointy rings. Surly's pointy...SILVFER rings. She doesn't press hard enough for them to do damage, and it could even be considered accidently...but she does press hard enough for Arn to consider it likely quite uncomfortable, before releasing the rings and stepping back. "Good evening, sir."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he feels no additional pain from the silver in his birth form. He laughs a bit as she pressed them down into his hand* You can punch me if you want Anni, letting loose some of that built up frustration might do you some good.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She scowls at him. "Only in such a place as this, sir, would it be allowable for one of my stature to assault one of yours. That it is encouraged makes me wonder if the ways of the Sentinel are forgotten completely. Good night." She turns to leave, too eager in her disgust to go to remember to gain permission to do so.

Hillary Minger (pb 3): And Hillary shows again that she's got just enough to block the kick. "I think we're pretty evenly matched here," she observes as she happens to catch part of the convo going on around them. "And you can see that I'm not that bad with alcohol in me.....Pretty good fight."

Surly: *chuckles, giving a slight nod. her face as happy as it gets. those eyes never leaving Hill's body, however*

Surly: *chuckles again* yeah. you're all right. had some good training.

Surly: a draw, then? *smirks widely*

Hillary Minger (pb 3): "A draw...."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he growls a bit as Annika turns to stalk off. He shakes his head at her. No, he doesn't like that one, a shame she's well bred. He looks back towards the skirmish as it seems to be coming to an end*

Surly: *slowly relaxes her fighting stance. and offers the other woman her hand* we'll do this again sometime. it's hard to find a sparring partner worth a damn, who don't hold back.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She offers a short, curt nod to Surly and Hillary both as she heads out of the vicinity of the restaraunt. Head high now out of indignation as well as that strict discipline. A slight has been offered, that's clear...one not soon forgotten.

Hillary Minger (pb 3): She offers her hand and shakes it firmly. "Sounds good."

Surly: *nods back to Annika, arching a brow. a tiny almost-smile on her face. shakes Hill's hand firmly* good, then. *and turns, striding to Arn and holding out her hand* rings.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he holds his hand out palm up to Surly, her rings are there for the taking. He shakes his head at both women*

Hillary Minger (pb 3): She gives a look to Arn. "Did you piss her off?" glancing at the retreating Annika.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Thanks for the scene, guys! *G*))

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: She pissed herself off. *he shrugs* I was trying to be friendly, she's strange.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (Later Rav!)

Hillary Minger (pb 3): ((Thanks..sorry Hill just had to be playing Mr. Macho there.))

Surly: ((*HUGS tight* thank you, hon. *skotc*)) *retrieves her rings and begins to put them back on* of course he did. he's male. and a loudmouth. *casually spoken*

Hillary Minger (pb 3): "You and me have a wierd sense of friendly now...."