"Don't worry about how much you drink. It's something I'd like to do. I rarely get to spend money on other people and I have more than enough saved up to buy our drinks. You would be surprised by how much people pay for antiques and art these days. It's ridiculous." Callista noted with a laugh, placing a hand over Bella's arm to indicate that she shouldn't worry. It had been quite a while since she'd had this much fun with people and she wanted to thank them for that in her own way. It was nice to be able to open up about so many things she was usually afraid to say about herself, especially her sexuality.<br/><br/>When she heard the questions beign fired, Callista took two shots and smiled at them. "I wear dresses most of the time. And concerning the threesome part... well, I've had quite a few of those. Being immortal gets lonely and sometimes I need more than just a dick or a vagina to keep my heart satisfied. I wonder if I'm allowed to speak like that now that I'm an Avenger. I'm not fired for cursing or being sexually explicit, right?"<br/><br/>Callista blushed and immediately downed another shot, putting the glass down on the table with a sour face. This was her last shot of the night. She was starting to become dizzy and the last thing she wanted to do was expose her true appearance to the people in this bar. She wanted to be a hero and showing her appearance here wouldn't help her accomplish that at all. When she was complimented on her outfit, the young woman smiled with a slight blush on her cheeks.<br/><br/>"Thank you. I have a lot of vintage pieces at home if you ever want to borrow something. This is an interpretation of one of my dresses from my performance days in France," she explained with a smile. Callista was a walking and breathing history encyclopedia. She'd seen everything from the good and the truly terrible things. And even though she seemed somewhat timid at first about sharing, it seemed she was trusting them enough to open up a little more with tidbits about her past lives and the present one.<br/><br/>When Mayhem went up on the stage, Callista smirked and cheered for him. He was actually pretty good and his stage presence was far stronger than hers. She was too controlled and demure, a sign of the old times. Things were different now and she had to admit she'd been bested. When Mayhem came down, Callista stood up from her chair and began clapping and whistling excitedly. "That was excellent. I think you should definitely win tonight. You'll have to teach me a thing or two about... karaoke. You know, just in case we ever do it again. I need some of your flair in me," she admitted with a smirk.