Social fear inducing aside Venice was more than pleased to be offered the chance to join them. Not that they had ever had a choice. She would have barged her way to them eventually, usually after the first few rounds she would gage where they were on Venice's Richter scale of doom and with the first opportunity slip her way in with a tray full of shots and a song on her lips. This way the group missed out of Venice's amazing singing abilities. To everyone else that knew her in the bar a small pray was whispered in thanks.

"Oh Cake! Don't mind if I do gorgeous!" It could have been directed at either Suri or Krishna but the girl wasn't one for social graces or the normal rules of convention. She totted over, her feet wrapped in 6 inch peek-a-boo shoes, and nudge Kess with her bum as she pushed her gently out of her way to cake.

"Shift tubby!" Her British accent rang out even stronger when she was having fun and Venice grinned wickedly at everyone sat around. "Am Venice by the way since Kess is too burned from my wicked insults to introduce me! Shhs sweetie, you can get me back later, so who's the birthday girl? Forgive me for not buying a present but just shout me and i will supply you with enough alcohol to kill a small horse! And believe me, I know..."She shook her head slowly at the last sentence as if it had really happened....or had it? Venice could never really tell where her jokes ended and her real-life adventures came into play.