After hearing everything that the Order agent and the Doctor were saying, She could do nothing more than slam her face off the tabletop of the table she sat at, muttering to herself.
"What kind of place is this?...what kind of people am I around? This is ridiculous."
She sighed and banged her head off the tabletop once more, near about knocking herself unconscious this time.
"Don't try and hit on me, just because you struck out with the pretty lady over there," he jerked a thumb back towards her.
He sighed and turned in his stool, "how about a drinking game? you know something like bless the nunnery... or who wants to get alcohol poisoning first is the looser?"
Rikard nodded to the empty bar, where the bartender was still off trying to find milk.
"I think you'll find, I took care of a small problem that would interfere with the acquisition of alcohol," he stood and rounded the bar, picking up a couple of bottles. "Basic chemistry 101... or mixology as I like to think of it. Who would like a drink, compliments of the house... or more aptly the nice young lady I will be vivisecting later?"
"Hmmm", Georgia observed from the door, peeking her head round.
She didn't like bars, or drinking, or people.
"Tyler isn't here.." she whispered disappointedly, but instead skipped over to the senior Phantom, passed out by the window. "Pssst, wake up, It's Luxuria!" she poked Djinn with no avail.
Georgia wore a pretty light blue, knee-high dress, as well as a small pouch of knives. She stood in combat boots, greatly contrasting her dress. Her long brown hair draped elegantly over her shoulders.
She sat next to her comrade and waved for a glass of fruit juice.
The two of them entered, slowly. Her slightly ahead, wearing little. Him, a step behind, like a bodyguard, totally submissive. His long black sword glittered lightly at his side, and her short axe and scimitar rested lightly on the back of her belt.
The Ex BAF man's eyes swept the room, eyeing every body... and thing... that was in the room. He tried to relax, but remained tense.
"Come, lets have a drink."
She giggled softly at him, and he followed her to the bar. She looked up at the barman, who struggled to keep his eyes above her dizzying cleavege.
"I'll have... whisky. A double. Harry here will have..."
She looked at him, and he bowed his head.
"Whatever you wish my lady."
She smiled and ordered his favourite.
"Vodka, with cranberry juice, a twist of lemon and 2 icecubes."
The icecubes were for her.
The barman nodded, and started preparing the drinks. She slapped a 200 credit card on the counter, about 20 times what was needed for the drinks.