Arya looked over when she heard one of the patrons call out, "Hey, I wan' sum whiskey on tha rocks 'ere, I'm fuckin' parched and shit!" She walked over and leaned in front of him, taking in his blond hair and blue eyes, 'Well, isn't he good looking. How much fun I could have with you? You would be hot as all hell, suffering on your knees.'<br/><br/>"My my. You sound as if you're suffering," she states as her eyes flash again in the lights of the club, a small smirk gracing her features for a second. She grabs a tumbler glass and throws in some ice. With a flirtatious smile she places the glass in front of the attractive man. She quickly pours some of the whiskey into the glass. "I have a feeling you'll be wanting a tab for the night, Luve," she says, letting a little of her southern accent leak through, setting the bottle behind the counter. 'Odd soul, this one. Not a lost soul. But still odd. Maybe he's one of those reincarnated bullshitters,' she thought to herself.<br/><br/>Arya leans forward onto the bar, giving her new customer a good view down her tank, "I must say, I'm good with faces. I don't recognize your's though. New in town?"<br/><br/><br/>Charity stretched as she walked out from behind the counter of her shop. She grabbed a few new books that need to put out along with the gorgeous hand made oriental fans she had just gotten in that day. She looked around her modest shop, taking in its cherry wood walls and brown paneled ceiling. Four rows of dark stained, oak wood shelves filled the back half of the shop. Charity took her time, finding the places for the books she had in her hands. She stepped into the front part of the store and looked at the four black tables in front of the shelves. Two longer tables were pushed to the walls. Each was filled with odds and ends. Jewelry, candles, small little statues, power stones, and such.<br/><br/>She sighed, "Oh dear. Where to put these?" Charity bent over one of the tables, rearranging stones and adding fans to the table. She stepped to the front window and maneuvered the books around in the window display. The fans were each extremely unique, each a different design, a different size.<br/><br/><br/>Brayden frowned, his hands deep in his pockets. It had been a long day, he just wanted to go home. Hopefully nothing would happen.