faith has balls.
The Slayer got closer and Kali looked dead at her, inspecting her. She'd spilled a lot of blood, yes she had. And not all of it seemed to be vampires or demonic either. A look of utter annoyance crossed her face when Faith took her glass downing it in one go.
"Yes," she hissed, watching her drink. "I find running about with more than two arms to be a little distracting to the general population. I took on this vessel years ago." Faith was going to regret that glass later on.
Kali chuckled, folding her arms, watching Faith rather like a cat with a delicious mouse. "Dearest, I do not prostitute myself, not on first date and certainly not for a party with children. To do that, you would have to be as much worth to me as all the rice in India." She curled her hand into a fist, trying not to have an outburst here, over a glass of wine no less. To be honest, however, that party sounded... fun, actually.
Kali walked to the bar, face still vastly annoyed with Faith. Business made her less awkward and blunt than usual, but she had sorely wanted that glass of wine. She perched herself on the stool, crossing her legs once, twice, before just letting them hang, annoyed with the skirt she was wearing. "I'm not hiding," Kali stated grumpily, thought that was a half lie. "I'm merely being a spectator to events. And I'd like a screwdriver, considering you drank the wine I'd been saving."