<span style="color: #40FF00">Rune titls his head to the side. Seeing her wearing a blind fold yet that was odd...he didn't think she was blind. But she could be. Never judge a book by its cover. Expecially since some books judge back. He shakes his head. Looking at her. "The ghost party. It was very much fun. Heard all sorts of interesting stories and tales." he sighs. "Just my luck. Another person who can't see, sense, or hear the spirits of this world." he sounded more than just a little disappointed. He looks at her. "Your rather rude. You don't even offer to introduce yourself yet you demand an introduction." he says. Crossing his arms and looking at her. "You should be nicer to people. Ain't going to kill you to treat others with respect. If anything more often than not you'll receive it back." he sighs. "There was a ghostly party. It IS a graveyard afterall. Where else would ghosts hold a party besides a graveyard? Or a haunted castle." he says softly. He just sinks to the ground. Looking around. "I was starting to make friends..." he says under his breath.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Dart listens to her. Sort of staring off into space. Well that is what it would look as if he was doing. It was more like mentally telling the werewolf ghost to shut the fuck up. Whereas werewolf ghost is still being well...perverted and howling. And this went back and forthe til she turned towards him and he tuned out the ghost. "Well...not usually no. I've seen it before. Multiple times." he says offhandedly. Staring at the wall then back at her. "Hmm?" he noticed her eyeing the drink. "It isn't going to bite you. And I didn't do anything to it. As you can see it is completely sealed and untampered with." he says. Reading her actions not her mind. He looks at the bartender. "I need another double glass of pure vodka." he says to the guy. When given the are you crazy look and hearing the bartender say it outloud. "Perhaps. Or perhaps I am merely coexisting with reality. And it could be more acturately said...the crazy people are really the only truely sane people. As those who think they are normal...are thus crazy." he says. Noting the bartenders confusion. "It will make since in time. Eventually. Or perhaps not. In any case...I still want what I requested." he says simply. The bartender makes it and hands it to him. He starts to drink it. "Name is Dart. Who might you be?" he asks softly.</span>