<i>Birds of a feather really did flock together</i>, she thought as her gaze flickered to the balding man to her right. Anger boiled the blood under her skin and for a second, Loretta entertained the idea of burying burying something cold, dark, and sharp in the second man that held her shoulder. It probably wouldn’t be a good idea to kill someone in a crowded tavern bar, though, especially when he had friends close by, so she refrained from acting on her impulses for now.<br/><br/>While they still lay their hands on her, she felt their auras, their energies vibrating off their very skin. The one to her left’s energy tasted darker, more angry and less controlled, noticeably more so than the man to her right. Maybe that would be who she’d kill first when she got the chance. She had tried creating one to get him alone but now that his friend had joined them, it was becoming clear why it hasn’t worked. The man wasn’t after plain and simple sex.<br/><br/>Her body language remained languid and relaxed, despite how the situarion was shaping up, and she gave them both a smile even while she shook her head. Before she could get her next words out though, a loud<i>you!</i>caught her attention from behind and she turned to face the man who was stumbling his way towards them, firing accusations left and right. Her lips pressed together to hold back a chuckle but she couldn’t help the way her eyes lit up in amusement. The man was either a lightweight drinker, or a very talented actor, as she had remembered seeing the barkeep pour his table of gamblers a round of drinks.<br/><br/>A mask of surprise restructured the expression on her face, with hints of appall and distaste layered it nicely, “<i><b>Oh...</b></i>” There wasn’t anything she could say but there was plenty she could do. She stiffened her back, as if in alarm, and flickered her gaze to each man in the party of five, sizing each one up as she went. Her gaze finally landed on the drunken man and she wondered for a moment what his end game was, because he had certainly done a great job of starting his play.<br/><br/>Taking advantage of the welcome distraction and limelight focused on the rascals, she slid off her stool, quickly wrapping herself back up with the cloak to cover the fact that she was armed. “<b>It was lovely chatting, but it seems like this is a personal conversation,</b>” she told them quietly as she looked to the door, a feeble attempt to slide away and out of the situation. She made a note to thank the man that put space between her and the balding red head later.