Pixie hadn't been there long in the town but she had noticed who the 'regulars' were. This blonde one was one of those regulars. She got him a drink as usual before her and Skellington started dancing. She noticed him walking up to them but paid no mind to him, that is until he spoke to her son.
Skellington gave the other man a 'what-the-fuck' look as the guy cut-in on their dance. Pixie wasn't sure what was going on, but by nature of obedience to the customer, Pixie didn't resist his taking her into another dance. However, she didn't like the subject of the conversation. Her son was only 18 and as far as she was aware, he hadn't had any sexual relations yet. And Pixie wanted to keep it that way for some time, if she could help it.
Skellington also didn't like the conversation topic. "Excuse you? How do you know my name?" His response was snarky and Pixie shot him a look in response. But Skellington didn't care. He didn't like this guy dancing with his mom. Pixie wanted to get involved but she didn't want to tick off the customer. So she placed a calming hand on the other man's chest, hoping he wouldn't react too harshly to her son's disrespect.