Axe rolls her eyes and pushes her hair back. She was done playing the good cop. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">Alright...</span>" She goes into the mirror and places her fingers on her throat and begins to trace some strange looking lines with her magic. She finishes the strange seal and quickly changes. She heads into the lobby to the bar after she changes into her normal clothes. She walks up to Nit and continues the conversation they had previously backstage.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #FF00BF">First off dicksponge... I'm done playin' good cop. I'm gonna keep shittin' on your weight. As long as you're a fat fuckface, then you're going to get shit from people about your blubber spilling out everywhere. Second off dicknose... I have muscles. I've actually been working out. Oh, sorry, I forgot saying those words makes you reel like a vampire in front of a cross. If you were really happy with your body you wouldn't give a fuck if I said anything and you wouldn't be such a little bitch about it. I refuse to 'fuck off' and let someone I love live uncomfortably because they're lazy. I just spent three days in a hospital bed for <span style="font-style: italic">your</span> bitch ass so you're going to shut your stupid analog clock face and hear me bitch about your weight because I actually give a fuck unlike you.</span>" She pants from her rant. It really doesn't feel like Axe is trying to straight up insult Nit. It feels more like she's just finally speaking how she should. Finally living up to her name and letting him see what she's normally like.<br/><br/>Axe reaches up to her chin and turns her turns her neck until a sickening CRACK is heard. The seal on her neck dispels and seems to fade away. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">Damn it feels good to be back.</span>" She stares him down. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">Now get your <span style="font-style: italic">fat</span> *** up and into the car so we can go home and you can sleep.</span>" She looks to the side at the bartender who has pretty much been paralyzed there in a state of mostly fear and a hint of amusement. "Y-Your-" He doesn't even get to finish saying that before Axe snatches the bag from him. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">Put it on my tab.</span>" The larger male bartender flinches as Axe takes the onion rings from him. Axe whips around, her hair fluttering behind her as she heads for the exit.