Bronwyn shrugged. "Suit yerself. That<span style="font-style: italic">leathdhuine</span>was about t'get violent. I'll tag along if ya don' mind, I'm still learnin' me way around this place."<br/>"Alright, come on then." Tara turned and started for the bar, Bronwyn following.<br/>Lively Cajun music greeted them at the door, making the place live up to its name. People from ages twenty-one to seventy crowded the dance floor, some holding huge bowl-like glasses filled with something no doubt alcoholic.<br/>Bronwyn bought herself more Jameson and Tara the drink she had mentioned, a hand grenade. She didn't plan on staying long, dawn was approaching soon.<br/>She handed Tara her drink, shaking her head when Tara tried to hand her money.<br/>"I told you, I can take care of myself. That means buying my own alcohol." Tara said, trying to shove the bills into Bronwyn's hand.<br/>"Surely you can spare one drink? For me own sake. I feel bad about the scene in the last bar." Bronwyn said, pushing the money back at Tara.<br/>"Well, I got the next round, then." Tara said stubbornly.<br/>"I'll not be around for it, lass, the dawn's comin'." Bronwyn sipped her whiskey while Tara gave her a look.<br/>"You don't really think you're a vampire, do you? I thought you were being sarcastic."<br/>"What I think I am has no bearin' on the matter." Bronwyn turned sideways to let a couple pass by, then turned back to Tara. "The fact is that the sun is deadly to me. I've got scars from the sun already, an' no desire to gain more."