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Tania huffed and sighed. She knew Kipp was right - she assumed he was pulling her leg, and than her lucky stars she was still on one piece after that drink. "That stuff should be labeled..."

"Too... late..." Tania gasped, and she slumped forward, fast asleep. After about five minutes, she pushed herself back up again, the lemon untouched.

"Okay... okay... I'm good now. No more spinning."

Tania clenched her teeth and gripped the edge of the counter. Her eyes were watering and her ears twitched. "That..." she gasped. "Was NOT water!"

Kipp downed his drink so easily, that Tania honestly thought it was just colored water and that his expression was fake. Hmph! Asking her if she could hold water, of all things! But if it would impress him, she would do it! And she'd go all out!

Seeing another full glass on the counter, she quickly snatched it up and did her best to down it one gulp, just like Kipp had. The best she could manage was three. And it burned.

Tania gasped and fanned her mouth, the notion that the drink wasn't water had yet to hit her.

Tania sighed dreamily as Kipp helped her up and into a seat. He was so... skilled with bartending. Oh, wouldn't like she like to be those bottles, so she could handled by his hands..

"My poison..." she thought for a moment. "Why, that would be you of course," is what she wanted to say. What came out was "Whatever YOU like."

Tania opened both her eyes and glanced back at the bar. "I'd like that very much," she cooed.

Tania opened an eye slightly to gaze up Kipp's handsome face. To her, at least. His eyes sparkled like water, and his voice was like music... "And what if I don't want to move?" she asked him. "What if I'm perfectly content to stay here in my destined lover's lap forever and ever?"

"No... no.... no...." Tania continued to murmur under her breath as Kipp fanned her. She was severely traumatized.

Silas spoke, and his voice was smooth and pleasant and firm - his voice was spared his transformation and one could pick out a faint elven lilt in his words. "Ro." He looked at her tag, and found that somehow he was sure this was this girl's name and not merely some pretty letters.

"There is no need to raise a weapon towards me," Silas told Ro. "It is not in my power nor my will to harm you."

((Nah, I think you can totally push it.))

After school, Christabelle had... well, nothing, really. As soon as the bus dropped her off home, she tossed her backpack onto an armchair in the living room, double-checked the thermostat, and then flung herself onto her bed. Mmm, her soft comfy bed... Chris reached over to her nightstand and grabbed two crucial items: her cell phone and a book. There were no new messages on her cell, so she opened the novel and began to read. She had just found it yesterday, an old book that was tucked away in her father's collection. It had a picture of two beautiful intertwined dragons on the cover, surrounded by eight stars. Christabelle turned to the page she stopped at last night, and continued to read about a talking cat and a high-school girl...