Aja
After Lucien adjusted his seat closer to table, he raised his hand. It slithered past the edges of the cloak, revealing itself to be grey sleeved. He unbuttoned the cape, a few clicks coming from the pinches he applied to the cloth's collar. He then settled the coat onto the back of his chair. His apparel was much easier to notice now. The elf wore a slightly disheveled grey shirt. It was halfway unbuttoned, the gap revealing some of his chest. Despite its unkempt look, it fit the wearer. In fact, together with it and his messy hair he seemed quite laid-back. Black leather pants and large boots finished his outfit.

Icicu, having some experience in rogue affairs, could probably recognize the sword belt wrapped around his hips. It lacked any large sheathe, instead two daggers hanging by each side. From first sight, naught implied any other weapon on his person. Lucien sat in his seat and leaned back. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, through his nose, to relax. As the other spoke up, he opened them again and focused.

*"Well, this is a first. I hadn't seen someone get so excited over a mug of ale."* He grumbled sarcastically. *"I'm sure my friend here will be more than happy to talk about me in a few minutes from now."* Lucien added to his jest. The elf then leaned forth and raised his tone to have all of their attention, despite remaining as courteous. His voice came more from his chest, sounding smooth and even soothing - flirtatious, even. *"I'm curious to know about you, actually. One rarely sees someone this gorgeous and fashionable act so innocent. Almost makes me feel as if I got into the theater without having to pay for a ticket."* The elf clarified, a smirk curving by the edge of his lips. Whether he was giving her a compliment or accusing her of lying remained unclear. Without giving her time to think of an answer, he continued. *"How about you tell us some more about yourself, darling?"*
David
Icicu's eyes slowly scanned from Lucien's face down, a look of 'interest' twinkling in her eyes in reaction this 'handsome' man's body. With his flirtatious actions, Icicu looked away as if she was flustered—especially from Lucien's kind words. Her smile became a very hesitant smile, as if she didn't know how to respond to Lucien's flirting. Mentally, she took in consideration of the possibility of him understanding her deception.

Icicu waved her hand some at Lucien; flustered and trying to dismiss his flirtatiousness. "Oh, handsome sir, I'm quite *Dirty* For how innocent I am. Don't be fooled by my facade of innocence." Icicu looked over, staring Lucien down as she slowly bit her lip before looking back away. "If you want to know anything about me, I must warn you! If you're too sensitive—though I assume a man as handsome as you wouldn't be—you shouldn't listen about me..."

 As a change to her deceptive attempts, she used her real past conditions as to make a more pitiful feel for herself. "I was born here between my two enslaved parents. Life was awful, but it got worse when I left the days of being a toddler... For years, I was tortured and harassed whilst being used for hard labor..." To avoid giving away too much about herself, she had to lie some. "One day, just about 2 or 3 years ago, a big fight broke out, giving me and many others the chance to escape. From there on, I've been searching for a better life!"
Nancy
The woman just looked between the two and let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand down her face. She cast her gaze down to the side and floor, wondering just how soon the aforementioned ale would arrive. She then turned her gaze to the table, head in her hands, mentally searching for any reason why she shouldn't do what she was about to do as her frustration grew about the current situation.

She then decided to stop ignoring the drow's initial question, twisting her head to the side to cast her eye towards the drow. Her head was essentially horizontal with hers, supported by a hand, an exaggerated and overly jubilant smile on her face. Her silver hair was pulled to the side by gravity, revealing the eye patch, which she evidently did not have fucks left to give about.

She spoke, her voice as sarcastic as her smile, "Ah, that's Lucien. He's a genuine piece of shit. He likes to buy girls drinks, hear their traumatic backstories, and make them relive every moment of it in detail because they apparently didn't tell it to him in enough detail and because he thinks it'll help them get over it. He's also a disgusting leech, vampire, and probably looking at you the same way a wolf looks at a sheep. I'm sure you'll get along with him *Fucking* **SWIMMINGLY**." Her smile and tone was sickeningly sweet, though as she continued on with her verbal onslaught, her tone grew more seething and irate, her voice rising in volume until the last word echoed throughout the tavern. The woman was clearly not happy he was here, and if the drow bothered to believe her, perhaps the individual in front of her was not in fact, worth seducing.
Aja
Lucien curved the corner of his lips, satisfied by her flirt. He chuckled at her warning. *"My my, you humble me. Please do continue, I will try my best not to weep."* He teased back. Gradual repetition of nods proved his consideration of her words, facial expressions changing based on the shift of mood in her stories. *"Ah, well I hope you find your place in the world. I myself still have a hard time doing so."* The elf admitted.

The tender brought the three their mugs, placing each carefully one by one. Lucien smiled and gave them a nod of appreciation. Once they left, he wrapped his hand around his jug, ignoring its handle and ready to enjoy it. The elf slid the drink closer to his chest, which was held elegantly upright. Before finally sipping on the ale, he reeled his tongue out while his lips pressed against its moisture. He could easily discern the sarcastic tone Ikari utilized from the start, considering how close they were. He anticipated her foul-mouthing him - yet not to such degree.

As the crimson oni delivered her affectionate ballad, he froze. His tongue still sticking out, the elf's gaze remained stuck to the table's bright coating. He began retracting the tongue, much slower. Lucien rolled his eyes as she approached her finale. With raised eyebrows he smiled lopsidedly and bumped his head up and down a few times - as if he understood where she came from. Ikari finished describing her perspective on his character. He sniffed loudly with a tilt of his head and then cleared his throat. The elf raised his mug and feigned a smile, giving each of them a glimpse.

*"Cheers to that."* He muttered, before chugging a large potion of the drink. The elf then slammed his cup against the table and let go of it. His attention returned to the dark elf. *"Right, right. You said a big fight, aye? Mind elaborating on that?"* He changed the topic, clearly not a fan of the previous.
David
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Nancy
I got something small

She did not return his toast, meeting him with a withering glare as she simply grabbed her jug and downed the entirety of it's contents, chugging it. She stared a hole in Lucien for the entirety of her gulping, before slamming it down on the table. She then immediately took jug Lucien had drank from, her glare never leaving him, "This is mine." Her tone was flat, and very much of matter of fact, as she then immediately downed that jug as well, uncaring in the slightest for his reaction.

"No no! You don't get to change the subject, dipshit! I'll make you more shitfaced then I'm gonna be and I sure as hell don't mean drunk if you try that shit. Let the girl ask her questions. About you. Assuming she wants to talk with your dumbass at all anymore." She'd reply to his attempt at a question, more than likely interrupting the drow, her tone far more harsh. The woman very much intended to back up her threat, and was still very much seething. She looked dangerously close to flipping the table over and lunging over the table to physically beat the man across from her, one of her hands gripping the corner of it hard enough to the point it looked like she was going to split the damn thing.
David
In reaction to Ikari's sudden outlash, Icicu tried to gently place a hand on their forearm in an attempt to calm them down. Hesitantly, Icicu spoke to Ikari in the midst of her outlash. "Ma'am, I understand. I'm telling him one more thing and then I'm done here, okay? I'd prefer to avoid conflict; especially since I'm a dark elf." Icicu seemed quite genuine now, and she was. This was no longer an act of deception. Looking over, Icicu frowned at Lucien.

"Fine, I'll drop my shit and tell you the truth, Mister Vampire." Icicu knew she couldn't succeed with anymore deception. She was good at manipulating others, but she wasn't perfect at it. Lucien just happened to be the perfect counter to her abilities. "The 'fight' was a one-sided fight where I massacred every single one of my slavers with my young, innocent hands. That's how I escaped." At this point, since Lucien could see through her shit, he could tell she was actually being genuine.