“Oh please, dear lord, no!” Nalia couldn’t help but bust out into laughter when Axle suggested giving her the eyes. “Not you, too. I actually am having fun hanging out with you. Please don’t ruin it!” She gave him another laugh at his correction and confidence in his flirting abilities, and nodded. “I enjoy flirting as much as the next girl. As long as you’re not weird about it, I’m game.” She couldn’t hold back some of the giggles that seemed to remain as she sipped at her water. She was certainly still feeling quite drunk after a the few shots the two of them shared.<br/><br/>Before she could get anything else to say, she nearly leapt from her chair with a yelp at Freddy’s sudden entrance and exclamation. Her hand shot to her chest, trying to calm it down, “Geeezus, man. Give me a heart attack, why don’t ya?” She exclaimed, her giggle fit still present as she spoke. As soon as she felt her heart calm down, Nalia responded to Freddy’s declaration and could only shrug. “I’m sorry, hun. We just put away the karaoke machine. But you’re welcome to use the piano.” It took her far too long a moment for her brain to finally catch up to what she was seeing, who she was talking to, and like a sudden light bulb moment out of the clear blue, she yelled out, “OH MY GOD, YOU’RE STILL IN ONE PIECE!” She jumped from her stool and rushed around the bar to examine him, seeing no blood, no signs of physical harm. With a breath of relief, she sighed, before slapping Freddy in the arm like a mother hitting her child for doing something dangerous and stupid. “Don’t you scare me like that again! I know you can’t die here but that doesn’t mean you can’t get hurt! I’ve got employees who can protect me if things start to get rough. You don’t. You’ve been through enough pain in life, don’t go seeking out more here, please.”<br/><br/>With a huff, and her rant done, she stepped away towards the bar, quickly mixed something together, and brought it back to him. “On the house.” It was a cocktail, a special blend of foreign liquor, meant to cater to the individual’s personal taste preferences. It’s a drink that tastes different to any who drink it, and it is always enjoyed. Nalia doesn’t have much of this particular liquor in stock, bringing it out only for special reasons. “As a thank you....for standing up for me. I also have your shirt that you tossed away, if you still want it. It’s folded behind the bar. I cleaned from whatever debris stuck to it.”<br/><br/>Lydia just sat at her desk, watching the men run past her to her sister’s bar with a raised eyebrow. “Oooookay....” she muttered to herself, before bringing her attention back to her game of solitaire on her computer.