That settled, Isolde and Malachai danced through the dance floor to approach the bar. The bartender was just as annoying as before but for some reason was much  more respectful and deferring with Malachai at her side. The pathetic excuses for humans were writhing on poles but Malachai only gave them cursory glances.<br/><br/>"Where are you staying, Mal?" Isolde asked, picking up the Bailey's the bar tender brought to her. The infernal din was making her lean into him to be heard.<br/><br/>A gnome came up and was trying to be frisky with her booted leg. Isolde made a swipe in the air and the little man was transferred to the other side of the room with his own pole right between some dancers.<br/><br/>Malachai's eyebrow raised and he smiled as he sipped his drink.<br/><br/>"I " she offered," have been staying at a bed and breakfast  in a very quiet nice part of town. Life over there lacks a bit of actions, which is why I'm slumming over here. Interesting lot,, these creatures.)