Zafira chuckled.<br/><br/>"The best type of fans, really," she grinned, downing her glasses. This was her fourth now? Zafira could feel the light tingling in her body from the alcohol, the way her senses seemed to dull slightly. She didn't feel as stressed and uprooted as she had before she'd come in where she had tried her best to remain anonymous. Zafira couldn't mind it though. The evening had taken a pleasant turn despite the rough first impression.<br/><br/>She saw the woman's eyes flash with what seemed to be anger. Once again, surprising. She didn't get it. This woman was infinitely gorgeous, and even if the man was beautiful, she must have had countless others looking up to her. Why go back to a man who didn't treat you like a queen? Was it the chase? Zafira couldn't understand it, but she didn't ask. Her head felt too light for a serious conversation, and she didn't have the mental energy to deal with anything touchy-feely. Her eyes roamed back to the bartender who seemed to dislike the woman in front of her. He truly was striking. Maybe after this....<br/><br/>Zafira pushed the thought away. No. She'd probably feel like shit in the morning if she did.<br/><br/>"I'll make sure not to head his way," Zafira said, debating if she should have another glass. She decided against it, despite her fingers itching to pour herself another drink.<br/><br/>"There are no goddesses by the name of Juno," Zafira said, playing with the rim of her cup. She looked at the startling bright woman in front of her, with the intriguing fan, poised persona, and beautiful stature. Zafira wanted to say Aphrodite, but somehow Zafira knew that was the wrong answer. She tried to think of any other Greek goddesses she knew, but she couldn't think of any. A part of her didn't even believe in Gods and Goddesses. if they were such high beings, why would they mingle with mortals? Why stress themselves on issues that happened with everyone all the time?