Thread: Proscribed Partners (Coy Koi & SinfullyDelicious)

The gritting of her teeth at being called Alfonsie was near audible she was sure, a feeling in her chest that made her want to burst out and yell at him. But no, she was a professional. She was also nearly 100 sure he got her name wrong on purpose. Whether it was to take a dig at her halfling name, or simply because she also always referred to him by his full name she wasn't sure. Either way it infuriated her. She hoped her grimace could still be seen as a smile. Bah. At the elf's comment about wanting to learn her 'tricks' she gave a genuine eyebrow raise. Was he...flirting with her? No, no, don't be ridiculous Alfie. I...guess? Sure. The dark haired woman replied offhand before getting distracted as Melody tapped her shoulder to get her attention. Apparently it wasn't just Garosh that wanted to freshen up. Alfie assured her that they'd have enough time before they left to go to the bathrooms and do whatever it was they wanted to do as long as it didn't take all day. Trailing after the women to the bathroom, she supposed that it wouldn't hurt to touch up a bit herself. Who knows, maybe she'd find a nice halfling man at the bar. Though her lip curled at the thought. Adjusting the girls in her bra, Alfie then touched up her makeup and politely refused when some of the women offered their perfume or hair products. Her hair was still tucked up in her usual bun and she didn't want to go though all the hassle of taking it down and trying to do something with it. Finally they were on their way and talk began diverting to drink choices and if they'd get lucky tonight and find the one. Tittering about how they wanted a prettier husband than their sister or something to shove in her face. Though the drive was short, it definitely could have been shorter for Alfie. Once arriving, she insisted that they wait outside for the others to get here so they could enter together. Passing a glance at Ben as he leaned against one of the metal outside chairs she gave his question a thought, a serious look of contemplation on her face before shrugging, Only time and alcohol will tell. No need to be a stick in the mud after all. Is there even an 'Assistant Manager mode' while one was drinking? Alright, everyone stay together! At least until we get inside! Stepping up to the door at which it took a bit to get through as they all had to be carded, Alfie approached the front podium where a elven woman stood with a passive smile. Party of eleven for Borgia. Of course, right this way. Music and people were already swaying as they were lead to the back bar and lounge. Their party dispersed into their own cliques and races mostly. Alfie frowned at the bar for a moment. She really wanted to sit at the bar. Because booths were a bit too personal and she didn't have anyone she really wanted to sit with. ...But the fucking insanely tall barstools were not helping. No wait! There was a shorter stool! Or was it a step stool? Regardless, she used her foot to scoot it closer to the stool at the far left of the bar, stepping on it before sitting atop the stool with a sense of accomplishment. The human bartender asked what she'd like and she quietly asked for a menu. She got an odd look but she still got the menu at least! Jeez how many combinations are there?