Shane felt this, chilling tingle go up her spine when she felt this prying into her body, someone inspecting her genetic make-up. She hoped that it was only curiosity, and not someone trying to find a way to take her for their species to survive. Most seemed to hunt her, for that reason. Or simply to snuff her out, she was deemed to be a rather fierce growing power after all. Shaking the thoughts from her head, just as soon as the feeling happened, it was gone, but it’d left its mark and a dangerous spark of her magic cracked through the air. She cursed, knowing that anyone with magic would know it was coming from her direction, and the little group she was with, weren’t magically powerful. The crack of magic had made the DJ call out to the crowd to settle down and watch it, because those magic sparks could damage his equipment.<br/><br/>Turning around fast as the probing had stopped, Shane’s bright green eyes locked with the seemingly newly arrived bartender that was standing there, and in an instant, she knew that he was the one who’d gotten a little too curious about her. Running a hand through her unruly brown hair, she turned back around to the little group she’d been having fun with. She smiled a sweet smile at them “Excuse me boys, I need to stop thinking about going to get my own drink and do so. This fruity stuff they keep bringing me is starting to… Change my tastes.” She said, getting a few laughs and told to be careful as she slowly walked away, finally going towards the bar she’d already been facing, from watching the pretty little shifter, who seemed to have disappeared from her sight.<br/><br/>Shane weaved her way, almost gracefully through the throngs of people back up to the bar, it seemed as though she hadn’t been there in at least several hours to get her own drink. And she was unaware that as she walked up that she was beginning to sensually sway her hips. Her low rider, form fitting jeans and fitted top moving to allow just enough skin to play peek-a-boo to any roving eyes. She walked straight towards this newer bartender, even though the other one, the shifter, had seen her coming and was already making up her drink despite the fact that he was busy making many others. A frown creased his brow when she didn’t go to him, or between them, but straight to his co-worker. She forced her way between a couple of well glamoured demons, she could smell it hanging off of the pair like a cloud. A side effect of wearing it too long, she was learning. She let her dominate air speak as an excuse when they tried to get mad. Her arrogance was brushed away by them as they walked away from the bar, deciding that she was too young to be dealt with and leaving her with a nice piece of the bar all to herself.<br/><br/>“Hey.” She said with a sweet charming smile that showed just a hint of fang as she slid onto one of the vacated stools. “I felt that, you know. That little probing you just did.” She told him, smiling her thanks to his co-worker as she was brought the whiskey. She raised it slowly to her lips, winking at him before she took a generous sip. “Care to explain why?” this mischievous and teasing light came to her eyes as she slowly lowered her glass, held almost delicately between her fingers. “Or should I make you?” she asked with a teasing smirk and wink as she leaned towards him, her drink seemingly forgotten. “You did spark my magic… Maybe I should just try it out on you, see if I can’t make you.” She added with a wider smile that showed more than just a hint of her fangs. She liked having them, almost always keeping them. She was told once, it was turn on to see them framed by such perfectly kissable pink lips.