Alia bit the inside of her cheek. Two sirens here? Well goodie. A werewolf, two sirens and a few very oblivious humans. She really had stumbled into a stciky situation. The one siren, the girl at the bar, was leading the werewolf away, "upstairs". Alia shuddered. That left her with the other siren who had moved to sit just a few seats away from her. Alia glared at the woman, her own eyes boring into her, studying her. If she was right,, this was no rogue. This was a threat to her own survival.<br/><br/>Now don't get it wrong, Alia is a very egotistical person. Being a loner does that to a girl. When it's just you for so many thousand years, you start to appreciate the only constant thing. Yourself. Alia was just to full of pride to admit it. Of course she did like guns too. Not quite as much as herself, but hey, who's judging?<br/><br/>She stared daggers at this other Siren. Was she with the other girl, the other siren? Alia's mind was churning, her right eyebrow raised in that cocky, arrogant way. You culd practically see the gears turning behind her mind, spinning and whirring at dizzying speed.<br/><br/>And to think all she had wanted tonight was a glass of voda and a bit of peace. Alia smirked. What did his Siren want? Probably what every other one wanted. To kill rogues as a threat to their kind and go back to feeding on human, lycan and fey every other night. Alia hadn't been beat yet, but this one hadn't smashed Alia's head into the back of the bar yet so maybe there was hope. Just maybe.