Fain regarded Heraz with a slight tilt of his head as he observed his sister silently seething,<span style="color: #0080FF">"As she will no doubt regile our ears with, Aleria finds it beneath her to be in a bar that caters to humans and other aliens she finds filthy and disgusting. She'd rather enjoy the company of her <span style="font-style: italic">pet</span> and drink to excess within her den of love then be here amongst the rif-raff. I rather forcefully made her come. Which she is none too pleased with,"</span>Fain explained in his typical calm steady voice. He never spoke loud, but his words were easy to understand even above the loud hub-bub of the bar. Fain knew Aleria wouldn't reply to his question beyond a friendly nod of greeting until she'd calmed from her anger. She'd most likely explode into bitter resentment and start telling them all how displeased she was, but Fain didn't care one way or another. He was done with this planet, done with her whims and her plaything. He was simply annoyed and angry. Sure enough Aleria began in on her tirade soon after he'd spoken.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF00FF">"This is disgusting brother,"</span>Aleria said as she gazed around the room, distaste and disgust evident on her feature. Her lips curled into a deepening sneer. She turned her burning ice blue gaze to her brother, glaring intently at Fain with a hatred so deep it was palpable.<span style="color: #FF00FF">"I cannot stand the filth in this place, disgustingly weak humans. Nasty insipid Orks, and fowl Eldars, disgusting. Revolting. This place is not worthy of our presence brother you disgrace us!"</span>Her rant was low and sharp, deadly in it's ire. Fain regarded her with an expression bordering on murder.<br/><br/>The drinks arrived then and Fain glared at the barman,<span style="color: #0080FF">"You let our glasses become empty and I will have your blood next, are we clear?"</span>he said letting all the anger and irritation fill his words until they were almost as cold as ice. His tone low and his voice even, not raised, Fain didn't see the point in raising his words.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"I am getting drunk,"</span>Fain said to Aleria with a finality that made her frown deeper. The dark angry light in his eyes sufficient to end all arguments. Fain wasn't interested in her arguments of how revolting the populace of the bar was. He was distressed at being in a city. Annoyed at being stuck here. In this cesspit instead of out in space getting into fights and pillaging other crafts. Taking what he wanted and making the worlds his playground. His mind was bogged down with being around so many aliens and beings and not one worth a salt of what he'd make pirating out in space. It disgusted him that his skills were waisted in this fickle place because his sister was here. For her he was here, they had crashed here and been stranded and instead of looking to hijack a ship she'd wanted to indulge. For her he had stayed rather then just take what he wanted and gone. For her he had lived here for nigh a year. Now he was done and if her whims didn't want to move on to hell with them. He was moving on.<br/><br/>Aleria could sense the anger building inside her brother like a storm. Fain got this way after too long amongst the populace of a world. He hated cities and felt trapped. His whole body radiated that tightness. Her features softened into a gentle smile as she placed her hand on his large armoured arm. His gaze met hers and she gently squeezed his arm.<span style="color: #FF00FF">"We'll leave soon my brother I swear it, we'll drink till no memory remains and tomorrow we will look for a way off this hellhole,"</span>her voice so soft only he could hear she took her glass and drank deeply smiling demurely at him. Her features staying in a gentle softness edged only with the faintest revolt at the clientele of the bar.<br/><br/>Fain took his drink nodded and drank over half in one swallow. It wasn't as strong as the liquor he was used to, but it might get him drunk. He rose from the table and walked over to where Heraz was so he didn't have to hear Aleria as she began to hurl insults under her breath at the unseemly company they had to keep this night. Fain simply rolled his eyes and gazed at the Imperial guardsman. Fain glared daggers at the man. He hated them on principle, mostly because he didn't like any form of law... He didn't stay interested long turning away he leaned back against the bar having  his drink refilled instantly when he set it down. He dropped a large pile of change which quickly vanished on the bar to pay for as many drinks as he wanted. He didn't even bother counting the money. He didn't care. He wanted alcohol and that is all he cared about at present.<br/><br/>He sneered at the dark eldar in distaste hearing the comment made about his sister his anger mounted to a deadly level, but as nothing more was done outside of a comment Fain rained in his impulse to go and make the 'trueborn' bloody over it. No one insulted Aleria without his most deadly reaction. He drank instead and nodded to Heraz,<span style="color: #0080FF">"Lets,"</span>and he headed back to Aleria sliding into the seat next to her. She looked at him noting even more anger bleeding from him. Her gaze was curious and piercing silently asking him what had angered him now. He waved it away with a slight gesture of her hand.<br/><br/>Aleria looked to Heraz and offered a gentle smile,<span style="color: #FF00FF">"Has the darkness been kind to you?"</span>she asked in a gentle almost sensual tone of voice. So different from the cold dark and deadly tone she'd used earlier to criticize ever being here.