"Nice of you to join me, sweetheart." The green-haired girl cooed at the guy who had just ripped the door off it's hinges. Watching him move the men around like nothing, she relaxed herself, leaning against a table and picking up a drink. It didn't matter if they were roofied, it'd detox right out, the moment she was aware her senses were dropping. Instead of actually swallowing the stuff, she spit it out to the side. "Wow, this shit tastes like ass. What is this? Bud Light?" She tossed it over her shoulder. Before heading over to where they stored the good stuff. Maybe they were supposed to be professional, but she was going to pick at this for some spoils.
When he asked if they were leaving, she'd picked up a random bottle of something, not even bothering to look at it, before lifting her left hand and letting the green cloud emit itself. "Maybe six feet under." She said checking the label now. "Wow, you guys only have girl drinks at this party." That went over her shoulder too.
While Luke was concentrating on asking the girls if they'd seen Claire, she busied herself with the frat boys held captive in the middle. "It's a pity you're all douchebags. You..." She said leaning up against one, placing a finger on his chin. It was the same finger that dangerously glowed green a moment again. "You are actually pretty." She ran a finger along his lips. "Why don't you tell me what you did with the pretty girl?" Her finger inserted itself in his mouth as she looked over at his friend. "Or I can kill him right here. Feel free to bite off my finger hun, it'll just grow back." She said with a side glance back to the guy she was holding captive. It wouldn't really grow back, but he didn't know that did he?
She let out a sigh when she could smell he pretty much pissed himself. Lack of knowledge lead to fear. And she loved making these people fear her, if only because of the fear they drove into others. It was vindictive and satisfying. If the smell wouldn't have bothered her, she'd wish she'd made them shit themselves.