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"Why don't you try this, then?" he asked, pulling from his pocket a small flask of elven wine. Taking out a glass, he poured a small bit for him. This was not something he felt guilty for as one could get drunk from this but it was not damaging to the body as most alcohol was and one could intentionally sober up if needed no matter how much they drank.

Raven walked into the bar and settled herself down close to the bar counter. Her belly was starting to grow and she had just found out why. Setting her head down onto the bar she let out a long sigh. "I need Blood Wine.. Please." She spoke softly but sure enough all those could hear her for the wind spread her voice around the room for those that want to listen.

Girls? *One familiar word that he liked* Hey I'm coming too! *Ask got off his chair and stood next to Brom*

Noticing he was already gone she sighed and turned to the bar, taking another drink of wine. "Come on Ryan.. Why is it when I need you the most your not here with me."

Ayla pushed the door open, and cringed as it came swinging back and lightly thumped against her injured side. She cursed under her breath and limped over to disappear behind the bar. Sounds of her rummaging through the cupboards and shuffling around could be heard, but it didn't take long before they ceased and she re-emerged with a bottle of whiskey. She poured herself a glass and downed it in one sweep, then let out a very blissful sigh.

The alcohol burned her throat as it went down, but seemed to numb some of the pain she was experiencing. Still bruised and bandaged, the Psion absently rubbed her healthy foot against her injured ankle and decided to pour herself another glass. This time, however, she brought the glass to her lips and took a small sip, letting her tongue savor the taste to fully enjoy the effect it was having on her.

The sounds of the woman rustling with the various cabinets and such looking for something disturbed the metaphorical sleeping bear. In the darkness of the raftors above a small grumbling sound made it's way out into the air. Shuffling came next then board creeks from something heavy standing on them. The darkness was abysmal and so it was hard to see just what was stirring up there if one were to look, but for those who were curious and were going to look a big clue was about to come. Two very large crimson orbs set fire to the darkness banishing the shadows away from their hues. They were very clearly eyes, and only person had crimson eyes. They blinked for a moment as the figure holding those eyes moved forward, peering his head out into the light Yawgmoth looked down to find the girl drinking.

Playtime he thought, his pet had come home. Not that she could get away from his locating her anymore anyway, it was always more amusing when they came to you. Slithering back into the shadows Yawgmoth slowly climbed his way down the beams and then down a column to the floor. He would have normally jumped and crushed another section of the floor but the shock of the land would run up his legs and through his tail too, something he did not want to happen at this point in time. His tail was better now however, not at full health, but better. His slumber had caused the bones to fuse back properly but the soreness and muscle aches hadn't ceased yet. His tail even seemed to just hang there limply behind him barely twitching upon the floor. Yawgmoth crossed his arms over his naked chest and started walking towards her, hell bent on provoking her.

Yawgmoth stopped for a moment hearing some noise in the kitchen. He wondered who or what was back there for a moment, but instead decided to refocus his attention on Ayla. Stopping about ten feet or so from the bar where she drank Yawgmoth said bluntly. "How are you feeling today?" He asked, every single word dripping with sarcasm knowing full well what he'd done to her and what effects it would have. He intended to ask only as a twisted sort of ego fill. A playful smile graced his handsome face for a moment as he spoke, but upon the finish of his words the expression took a sick twist as his grin widened to the point of showing teeth and his eyes held a sort of psychopathic glare in them. All of this frightfulness pointed right at the woman.

The Psion rolled her eyes and turned around, tapping the glass with the nail of her index finger. "Couldn't have been better," she retorted, matching the same level of sarcasm she had heard in his voice. "How's the tail?" she grinned, almost shivering as the satisfactory feeling of having broken the appendage rushed through her. Coupled with the sip of alcohol that trickled down her throat, Ayla fought back a rather pleasurable sound threatening to escape her lips.

Her somber eyes peered at him, taunting him as they trailed down to settle on his tail.