*~*Tonberry and Cactuar Bar: Now 50% Fat Free! *~*

[Demonbuster Dante]

*Dante shrugged, smirking* What can I say? I've been around the block enough times to know when someone's putting a spell on me. You'd be hard-pressed to find a succubus who's ever gotten me to fall for her. *he paused* At least not a full-blooded one.

[TheNightWitch]

Mika just rolled her eyes. She thinks she knows who he was talking about. She looked at the cat demon that's laying back on her bed. "Get off before you cough up nasty hairballs," she ordered Mew.

Mew glared at Mika. She slowly got off the bed just to annoy the young witch. Which it did when she looked into her eyes. She just smirked and turn her attention towards Dante. "Oh so you also into demons to? I was beginning to wonder. Since you were with a silly human witch girl. I am much more powerful then she could ever be... and maybe even that silly half breed demon you mentioned..."

[Demonbuster Dante]

So what? *Dante was glaring again* You think I give a damn? You're sadly mistaken. Go find somebody else to bother who might actually appreciate it. I don't stand for anyone talking like that about my friends.

[TheNightWitch]

Mew just glared at Dante and was about to say something. Until Mika was now behind her with the gun pointed to her head. "I think that you really overstayed your welcome, and its time for you to go!" the witch said. Mew snapped, "You dare order me around little girl?!"
Before Mew could finish, Mika cute her off. "Yes I do dare, I am the princess, and this is pretty much MY place now! So what I say goes!" she said even more coldly. This demon was hitting her last nerve. Mew grunted and vanished.
Mika sighed and used her magic to change the sheets before laying on her bed. She was almost to her limit and best if Dante leave her without word. Like her older sister, getting them very angry wouldn't be a smart idea.

[Demonbuster Dante]

*Once Mew was gone, Dante couldn't help but smile at the scene* WEll I'd best get myself outta here, but I'll be down the hall. Can't exactly leave like this. *he looked down at his bare upper body as he walked out the door* G'night, Mika. *he walked back into the main room to pick up the new margarita Mika had made for him before heading to another of the rooms, sipping as he walked*

[TheNightWitch]

Mika walked in as she put her guns away. She looked a bit beat up and her hair was slightly burnt. At the moment, she was just too tired to care about how she looked. She went to her room in the back and was fast asleep on her bed.

[CasuUndead]

(( I know this is extremely random but< I'm in college. I just finished my first semester.. Got an A, two Bs and a C. I miss everyone so much.. Life is weird but I miss you all so so so much. Much love

-Cauren Ashura Dragent

PS.

Thanks to everyone... For everything. ))

[Salaura]

CasuUndead

(( I know this is extremely random but< I'm in college. I just finished my first semester.. Got an A, two Bs and a C. I miss everyone so much.. Life is weird but I miss you all so so so much. Much love

-Cauren Ashura Dragent

PS.

Thanks to everyone... For everything. ))

[[Casu-kun? Y' prolly don't recognize me, but it's Kya.]]

[Cidrias]

"...it would appear that I am too late..."

The Mage sighed as she walked into the silent bar, long since empty with a thick coat of dust layering the tables and benches. She glided over to a stool, wiped it clean with a small aero spell, and sat down gazing around the large room. Smiling slightly at the photographs of frequent visitors and workers laughing and smiling together, the comical representations of the dreaded Tonberry and Cactaur, and the warm sense felt even within the wooden floors and walls of the place.

"No...it just needs a bit of fixing up, some life to fill it's empty corners," she claimed in a determined fashion, standing suddenly and releasing a larger spell that carried the dust out into the dimly lit streets. Fire ignited along the candles on the walls, bringing a warm glow inside the bar. She put herself to work, cleaning the floors until they shone, the tables polished, reflecting candlelight on their reddish surfaces. The dishes were stacked in neat order, silverware gleamed. The young Mage slept, her head resting on the bar, a rag clasped in her hand. The smile still on her face...