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Manny did a double take, then looked Thomie over again. She wasn't one of *his*, which would probably make her... Nostrils flaring beneath the scarf, he counted to three and then carefully pulled the cork out of the bottle. With a practiced motion, he had his scarf up from beneath his chin so that he could take a looooong draw of the whiskey, before pulling it away and putting it back where it should go. After all, wouldn't do to have it out where it could get broken.

Barely having registered Roxxie's rub, Manny turned towards her now, watching her sway as she programmed the jukebox. Eyes narrowed, he at least reminded himself that his suspicions could be wrong, though it wasn't likely. Little twit had Roxxie written all over her. With a motion that no one who knew him would be likely to cross, Manny swam over to where Roxxie was.

"Tell me again, just how much you missed me?" The gravel in his voice was almost sharp, though slightly syrupy in his attempt not to sound as blatantly pissed as he was at the notion of some other beta with his fins all over his woman.

Ah, and now she was on the defensive. It didn't even dawn on him that it could be because of his tone, and not that she knew exactly what he was pissed about, and was feeling guilty about it. Either that, or somewhat proud to have been jerking him around. b***h could be weird that way.

Stretching out an arm so that he could rest his hand on the jukebox, and somewhat block her off from the rest of the bar, Manny drawled, almost nonchalantly, "Just sayin' you couldn't have missed me all that much, if you were so busy producing that little snot over there." He gestured with his head in the direction of Thomie, who he still wanted to knock for a loop. Yep, definitely her mother's daughter.

"So, when exactly were you gonna tell me about this... boilin' over?" Manny leaned in closer, no less pissed at the tone of voice she was taking with him. "'Specially when I'da figured you'd know how to get a screw off without getting all knocked up over it." The sneer was almost visible through the scarf.

Funny, him getting all worked up like this. Manny had never been the overly jealous type before his absence, at least no more than any other beta.

And like a switch had been flipped, Manny's rage channeled itself into something just as primal, yet more seductive. For the shortest of moments, he wanted to be even more angry at her for playing him like this, using her feminine wiles to get herself out of trouble, but truth be told, he wasn't any more acquainted with such emotions than she was, and quite frankly, a part of him wasn't entirely comfortable getting all bent out of shape about it. After all, it's not like they were mated, right?

Right. As he thought that single word, ripples of desire started to respond to her advances, and he growled, less angry and more intimately. He started to grin. "Only if you're gonna tell me how much he can't compare to yers truly..." Manny leaned in to nuzzle her neck.

It was well into the night, and while she should have shown up hours ago, Tiffany finally strolled in. She pushed an ear up that kept falling in front of her face. She swam rather sensuously and diva'like up to the bar. She stood there primping herself as she prepared her waiting platter. She ignored the dirty looks she got from Roxxy's kids for coming in so late... YET AGAIN...

"Sure thing, man.." She replied to him. She couldn't remember his name, but she knew he was a casual friend of Roxxy. Apparently someone who was a VIP around the place since it's inception. She knew better than to give him any lip. She hoisted her tray of drink up in the air as she swam carefully over. When she reached the table, she wasn't sure how this nitemare swayed. She decided to turn on the star charm. Maybe she'd get a great tip... Who knew... She then placed the drink down on a upside down snail. The snail's being her trick to make sure drinks stayed in one place for the customers. They often nabbed her better tips. "The name's Tiffany.. and I am totally happy to get you more if you need.. just holla..." She waved and winked. Then, she swam up to the bar and stuck her tongue out at Southwind. "Hmph.... I wish you wouldn't give me those kind of looks."

He blaunched and shook his eyes out before moving closer to tell her, "I wish you wouldn't come in some damn late every shift you work here. This ain't no beauty pageant place lady.. this is a bar. noone's gonna give a crap about your stylish entrances... Right Mendo?"

At first, Tiffany's instinct was to object, however, the truth in his words didn't escape her. They were slowly sinking in. Like a nice bit of food for thought that required a little extra chewing. After spending a few moments with not being able to think of one witty and contradictory statement to make to mendo, she sighed and blinked at him. "Well... you sure have a point there, don't ya... " She took off to start making rounds at some tables to get orders.

Next in swam a bright and colorful clownfish. It was easy to see that despite the fact she wasn't much more than a simple evolved clownfish; she was looking for trouble. Then again, that could be said of almost anyone known to come to Roxxy's. It was a place popular for anyone looking for trouble. Most of the regulars there had almost garnered such reputations that way for being there. Her long tail that looked almost like ripped acid washed jeans with hot pink spandex underneath. She swam right up to the bar. She waited for a drink and was eye'ing around.