Mill grins at Makota as he asks what should be approached first, men or drinks....tough choice. Given her incessant urge to want to just cuddle into one of these perfect gifts from God and be wrapped under that tone and muscular flesh, yet needing a drink with Ame's shananigans, the choice VERY difficult.<br/><br/>Men, are men, and men, even when one goes, another comes; and this place was craaaaawling with the warm bodies; she could wait, and so could Makota, at least for a few minutes. Ame needed to settle down and sit, then Mill could have her enjoyment this night.<br/><br/>Taking Makota's hand she grins at him and says in a rather odd tone, 'drinks sugar, first, then we mingle with the yum, mmkay?'. Making way to the bar, Mill notices Kathrine heading their way, and lowers her head in a respectful hello as a chuckle is stifled in the back of her throat, watching Kathrine drag the other 'woman' by the waistline. Mill's eye raises slightly, and she thinks to herself that at least Makota made an effort to look like a woman, this ruse was DEFINATELY in need of some serious talking to and work to be a better played female. Mill giggles at Jacoda as she thinks this, then turns her attention back to Ame, who is slowly hobbling towards the bar.<br/><br/>Ame heads to the end of the bar, sliding slowly onto a stool, her cane raising up over her head and *cracking* off of the top of the bar, yelling at the bartend, 'HEY, CUTIEPIE! Ol' Ame here needs a drank! Git yer sassy ass ovah here an help a ol' lady out, you fine hunk o' meat!'<br/><br/>Millicent groans, facepalming her right hand into her forehead, looking at the woman closest to herself and Makota, immediately sensing this being as not one she has encountered before. Seravi<br/>intrigues Mill's senses, and she smiles at the woman, nodding a hello and then turning her attention to the bartend, clearing her throat, staring at Amehelia as the old crone smacks her lips, nasty tongue flicking in and out of her mouth like a frog snatching flies, her nose in the air sniffing at the bartend's scent.<br/><br/>'Ame, stop it, Lord.' Mill glances at the hag, staring her in the eyes, and Ame retorts, cackling high with her deep gutteral vocals, stating, "Milly, ya leave dear ol' Ame alone! I'ma HUNTIN tanight!"<br/><br/>Mill continues to stare at the woman, head shaking gently, as the bartend clears his own throat, and Mill tilts her head at him, blushing slightly at the disturbance.<br/><br/>'I apologize for my aunt, she doesn't...get out much. She'd like...actually needs a drink. Vodka for her, please.'<br/><br/>The bartend nods, turning and finding a clean glass, when Mill speaks up as his back and bare cheeks stare her in the face. (Is a man naked serving drinks LEGAL?? He DID shave, right? We don't want any...um....extra things in the drinks ya know?) Thoughts ramble in her mind and Mill laughs, then states to the man and his rounded buns that dammit, seem to just CAPTURE a person's stare, 'eh sir, no need for a glass or ice, just hand her the bottle and we'll all be happy, trust me.'<br/><br/>The man looks at Mill over his shoulder and furrows his brow, and she repeats, 'trust me'. He obliges, sliding the bottle to Ame across the smooth bar top, and Ame snags it in her paws, crooked and curled fingers wrapping around the thin top of the bottle, bringing it to her lips and chugging, stopping finally and placing the bottle back onto the top of the bar. Ame smacks her lips, and as Mill is ordering a whiskey, three ice cubes, Amehelia grabs Mill's wrist again and pulls her towards her face, explaining in a hoarse whisper that is just loud enough to not be a whisper, "Milly, don't be a crasher, sweety. Ol' Ame here needs ta eat an ya knows it's been too long!"<br/><br/>Mill growls at Amehelia, staring the old crone in the eyes again and clenches her jaw, speaking as her teeth grind at the old woman, 'dammit Ame, last time you almost got people in trouble, remember? And this is way too close to where I live for you to be pulling that shit.'<br/><br/>Ame cackles, tongue snaking out and licking at the corner's of her mouth, yellowed, cracked and missing teeth gleaming in the lighting from the establishment, 'dat was NOT my fault, Milly! I thought he was DEAD by damnet, I jus' wanted a SAMWICH an he got up!'<br/><br/>Mill continues to stare at Ame, and continues speaking in the clenched teeth manner to avoid anyone actually reading her lips, not thinking about their somewhat loud discussion, hoping it's drowned out by others talking and the music. 'God, Ame, you almost cut his weener off, you remember?! That wasn't a sandwich, you tried to eat him!'<br/><br/>Ame cackles, her cane again raising up and *cracking* off the bar top, and she twirls her barstool around, now hiking up the hem of her mumu over her knees, showing off some seriously old, wrinkled and nasty thigh, let's not forget about the unshaven legs to boot. 'dat's wha' I doooo, Milly, my peach! Dat's wha' I do! I wanted a sausage SAMWICH!'<br/><br/>Mill groans loudly, grabbing her glass of whiskey left by the bartend, turning to face Makota now, her eyes rolling up in a 'hurry a get a drink and get away from the crazy lady' look, a huge smile passing over her features as she looks around again, sooooo ready to dance and get some stress out of her system. Quickly drinking gulps of the liquid, it seeps down into a warm swell against her throat and hits her stomach, calming her urge to want to smack the old woman upside her head.<br/><br/>'Makota, my dearest, we are SO gonna rock this place tonight, one way or another!'