Vesvesa looked over her shoulder at the display of the hundreds of different bottles that lined the mirrored wall behind her lithe frame. She smiled with a broad  grin upon her lips,trying to find the black ale the circus performer always enjoyed so much between the wide offering of alcoholic beverages. She bit her lip in an adorable display of naivety before she smiled at the mage who was looking at her expectantly. With fast flick of her wrists and a little show of throwing the black bottles of ale in the air, before pouring it with a loud clattering of liquid upon glass, she served the man. Nevertheless she could not help but pout, once she saw him already losing attention at her and gazing at the strange little snake creature in the bar. With a sigh she shoved the glass in his direction and turned to the Dvergar in heavy armour that took place at the bar. In the meantime she could see in her peripheral vision that her collegeau had trouble serving an even stranger looking metal man.<br/><br/><b>''Vessie, can you believe it? That thing, there. It only wants some oil to lubricate its armour, but.. When it speaks, it just gives you the chills you know. I don't like it, and I think Winnie won't want to have it near the girls. '' </b>The high elven man, dressed in a tight black and purple suit of a strangely shimmering velvet fabric spoke with a high voice. Vesvesa loved the guy, and she knew Winnie did too. Only her reasons were more of a practical manner, seeing the man was as a gay as a butterfly with sparkles, it would never soil the girls during the day. She even lets him help bathe the women when they were ill or to damaged by the Ramen being rough.<br/><b><br/>
''Just give him what he wants, Winnie is in her office at the moment, she will be out again in a minute. If she really doesn't want him in here she would have already said something, you know she sees everything..''</b><br/><br/>The man turned on his heels and huffed as he took one of the oils from underneath the cabinet and returned to the man at the bar. Vessie could not help but chuckle at the sight of her friend holding his head with a pained face when the creature started talking again, nevertheless she returned her attention once more to the tinman who said before her. Vesvesa licked her lips in a very seductive manner and told him that she needed a few moments longer, then went to her searching for the Dvergar ale. Once found, she poured a large mug of it and placed it right in front of the mans face, before hearing his method of payment and pulling the mug back out of his reach.<br/><br/><b>''How do I know it's not stolen? Can't be having hot items going over our counter mate, it's either coins or molten gold. Or do you think this joint looks like it might have a smelting oven, hm? Noo, no, the misstress would not like it when customers started paying with bloody necklaces and the like.''</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>