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Anca watched as he walked away, still overly interested, like he was a foreign creature. Anca chuckled a bit, "Maybe iin zis part of worrlt, they have no names... Maybe they go by-"

"-scents..." Radu picked up, his posture thawing a bit after the man walked away, the twins still standing. "Thiis place is even the more strange than Romania..." He smiled, blinked hard and cocked his head toward his sister.

"Last time we were in Romania we saw no one, maybe it changed..." Anca deliberated biting at her lip as she scoped the crowd.

"Romania nu se schimba niciodata." Radu said acutely. Romania never changes. Radu helped Anca with her chair, giving her a mock hand and a butler gesture, making her feel like the princess she once was. It was tough sometimes on Anca. They had the world, and after the centuries wear on, everyone you knew, and everyone that knew you was dead. No one recognized them as the fun-loving twins of royalty. No one dropped daisies and rose petals at their feet anymore as they passed by. They only blended into the walls or people next to them as the eras bore onward and their past is left withering far behind. Anca smiled sadly and took Radu's hand as she sat. He tried so hard to make things easier on her. Why was he not so bothered by this transition that lasted, literally, forever? Maybe he just hid it better. He always was more level-headed.

Banshee didn't drop her smile, but she slightly tugged away when the girl touched her hand. Then, Banshee let the mask fall off some, almost like flipping a coin. Her smile vanished, and her eyes were a bit darker and more somber, less hyper and pleasant than they had been. Although, there was no air of danger about her being. "....You know about me, yet I know naught about you. Not really. So who are you?" Her eyes didn't even blink as she looked the girl straight on, no fear and no hesitation. Banshee had never even told Michael about her thoughts of death... how could this girl know? She hid everything, she took care of everything.

Wadjet put his arm around her waist to help her walk straight. And, well... because he liked her waist, but that was beside the point. "I'll take you home and then head out to get us some more drinks, and some food so you don't feel sick in the morning." He didn't feel she needed to apologize.

People in the club started screaming, Wadjet himself immediately backed away and ran out of the club before everyone else could.

Banshee saw the fire out of the corner of her eye and then immediately realized the man was on fire. Dashing out of her seat she was by the man within seconds, ripping the coat off of him and throwing it against the ground, stomping on it trying to put it out without catching her legs on fire. She had managed to grab it quick enough that it didn't burn her. "Someone get some water!" As she yelled this and people were running outside, a waitress ran up and dumped all the glasses of water on her server down onto the fire.

Then, just a few seconds too late, the fire alarm went off and the water system turned on, killing off the rest of the flames. Banshee stood back. "......." I could of just flung it hard enough to cut off the oxygen to the flame. Today is not a good day for me, obviously. She let out a sigh and scratched the back of her head, looking over at Mercy, and then over at the girl.

Wadjet got just a door down away from the club, and stopped. He wasn't sure if True could make it home on her own in her state... Following her scent, he quickly caught up to her, too persistent to be afraid. Persistence was an odd thing from him... usually, he could care less, about everything. He silently came up behind her, and then walked along side her, his golden eyes not moving away from looking directly at her even as he walked straight ahead. Well, not exactly in a straight line... adrenaline, and a hidden bite to eat before he decided to chase after her, had helped cover some of the effects of the drinking. Then, in the dim light, he noticed she was crying. Wadjet put his hands in his pockets, and walked along side her, silently. It was odd to him she was crying about setting a man's coat on fire on accident, even when drunk... Yet he had burned down buildings with people locked inside and had not even batted an eye. He didn't know if the man was alright or not, whose coat she had caught fire, but the fire was put out and he didn't smell the heavy scent of a burning corpse... Or feel the oil on his fingertips which layers itself in the air when a body is burned.

Salazar gave a small sigh when the water came on and continued to down his drink. He would dry off his clothes later. "******** firestarters..." He whispered to himself, trying to avoid the slosh in his shoes.

Wadjet didn't move his eyes away from her, and his cold expression didn't change. He slowly raised his arms and put them around her, pulling her into an embrace and holding her close to him. Wadjet was still cold as usual, even with the blood flowing closer to the surface of the skin. After a few moments of silence, he closed his eyes and breathed out slowly. Although his shirt had been scorched, which usually would make him livid, it didn't upset him. And when she said that she didn't deserve him, had she been anyone else, he would of given a superior and cruel smirk of agreeance and would of walked away... Or, he would of agreed and stayed by their side, but only to use them. With True, he reacted almost as if he was a completely different person. He would never do those things to her. "Funny you would say that... that you don't deserve me." He had passed out from drinking too much in many places more than once or twice. Wadjet opened his eyes and rested his cheek against her hair, taking in her scent. Heavy with alcohol... but he knew that didn't always make a person change who they were, sometimes, it just gave them less control over it. "And you don't look pathetic... Take it from someone who knows all too well; you look nothing short of beautiful tonight."