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She felt a shift come about Sunny's mood, though it was subtle. "I've never killed a human before..." Thais considered aloud. She thought instantly of a man named Gary. The way he was before she was done with him. Just his face, smiling, now it seemed so menacing. Then her vision changed to his lifeless body on the floor in front of her, her pale, pretty face spattered with his blood. She sipped her coffee, her eyes still seeing straight through the table in front of her. She rushed from the bloody scene, stripping her clothes from her shaking body as she followed random streets, wiping the blood from her face, indifferent. The shower that night was a little more red than usual... After she moved the coffee cup a few inches away from her lips she looked up at Sunny and Destiny, something wild in her eyes, "I put down a few dogs though..." Her lips showed evidence of a dangerous smirk. They may not be able to understand that one...

Sunny smirked. "Yes, those lycans can become dreary, can't they...?" She said. She had a feeling that was what Thais meant. It was something she would say. She lowered her head, but kept her gaze locked on Thais. "Well, I still have the question out there. Will you, or won't you help me with my quest? I must warn you, I can't explain it until you agree..." She stopped. She turned as a girl walked in, Drawing the attention of the men. She just gazed at her, her attention drawn. She frowned. She should pay more attention to Thais, She still couldn't be trusted. She turned back.

Solar tilted her head. "Yes... I suppose. So that's a nofor you then? I wasn't going to have you help kill her, she can only kill herself. I merely wanted you to draw her out. You look very motherly, when you don'thave that look in your eye." She smiled. "Though I can ask others."

Laurette was on her third drink, and slammed her head down against the bar. She was a slow drinker, and the men she had scared off earlier had happily left. Raising her hand, the bartender walked up to her. "Another." Without a word, the bartender made her another drink and slid the fourth glass down to her.

Laurette raised her glass as a group of biker humans walked into the club. Talking amongst themselves, about five of them, starting walking to where Laurette was sitting alone at the bar. s**t. She thought to herself, growling under her breath and tilting her top hat down. One of the men made a cat call at her. "Hey babe!" Are these mundane humans already drunk? Hell... I'm lit. Laurette raised her glass up to them in casual acknowledgment and chugged it down. Slamming the glass down on the bar so hard it shattered into a million glass shards, Laurette placed a large dollar bill down in front of the waitress as she stood up and walked away from the group.

Stepping by Aira, Laurette plopped down beside her and placed her arm around Aira's shoulders. "Hey, play along, k? We're friends." Glaring at the group, she tilted her head towards Aira. "Sorry girl, don't wanna get kicked outta the club 'cause of them." Her voice made it CLEAR she was drunk, but at least her mind still seemed to work.

The same man who had made the cat call walked over to where the girls where. "You girls ain't single, ain't ya?" Laurette let out an annoyed sigh and leaned back in the bar, her left arm draped around Aira's shoulder and her right arm over the back of the next chair, and her head leaned back over the chair to the point her top hat nearly fell off. A low growl escaped her lips as her canines exposed themselves, which the man clearly noticed. "No, but you clearly are... now ******** off and die somewhere."

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Laurette stood up, knocking the chair down behind her and walking up nose-to-nose with the guy, shoving him back with one hand. "I said to ******** OFF AND DIE! Or do I HAVE to spare you the TROUBLE." She looked back at Aira, not knowing if this girl was a fighter or not... But Laurette gave a very sober grin at Aira, actually wanting this girl to get in on the fight. She needed a little bit of blood to calm her nerves, the alcohol just never seemed to make the cut anymore. "Pull out your knives and guns ladies!" Laurette taunted the men, then burst out in laughter at them! She cracked her knuckles loudly and punched her fist into her hand, grinning devilishly though her blood red lips, which matched her gleaming eyes perfectly. "I don't handle being 'hit on' too well... It's my natural instinct to hit back."

Laurette's grin widened when she saw the sword. A weak fight to pick, but still a fight none the less. And despite being mostly sober, a slight buzz still made this more exciting. Her right hand shifted into claws. Slamming her body full force against the leader, she took the man behind him into a head lock and held him up off the ground. "Trying!" She laughed as she dug her claws into his hand, shredding it apart when he attempted to reach for the gun inside his leather jacket. "Oh look, they're packing heat." She spoke like speaking to stupid little children, chuckling heartedly at this. A man came up behind her with a knife "b***h!" Laurette turned and threw the man at his buddy, who fell to the ground and gasping, dropped his knife in horror when he saw he had stabbed his friend.