"Maybe," Lyn moved her head back and forth. A vampire...shocked? "It's probably nothing that would put you into a state of shock, but it just might send your senses into overload." Still, she wasn't sure what her own people would think of a vampire in their midsts. Considered unnatural, at the least, but would they be unwelcoming? Hard pressed. Hospitality is such a fundamental tenant it seems.
Evelyn grinned, "Most of the time, I don't think he knows what he sounds like. He's not deliberately insulting. Usually." That much she knows. "I actually have slapped him before," she admitted. "We were having a doozy of an argument. I would have done more if I hadn't been angrier than I can ever remember." And that was one long story. But a good lesson. Don't poke the growly and cranky teenager in love.
"Not exactly showed him up." She lifted a hand, an accusing finger shook once in Vivian's direction. "Because apparently he knew the bartender that night...rumor has it her name was Vivian...and she made a drink strong enough for a human, but designed to put even an elf on their ass." She chuckled, "Still, it was good. But within two I was so tipsy I went from wanting to kill him that night to him having to practically carry me back to the room." She found herself smiling again, "I guess maybe I owe you one."
Evelyn leaned back into position, "Actually, I did have an idea about that...do you know if the Pit would have some sort of...amateur night?"