Brigite let her head hold still as her eyes met the two silver dots in the corner. Her own green eyes looked on, staring directly at whomever had locked gaze had met hers in the corner. Her pale skin, lips coated with red lipstick, and black hair all were motionless for an agonizing few minutes as it seemed she locked her eyes on the person in the corner. She visibly sniffed the air as if she might be able to smell the person over all the other obvious smells of the bar. Her red heels clicked against the bar stool as the tip of her feet came to rest on the stool, she then crossed her legs and sat perched there, observing what she made out to maybe be a Night Elf in the corner. She then smiled as if she knew something, staring directly at the Night Elf. She appeared to visibly bite her lower lip just a bit, a seductive little play before smiling a bit more and finally being handed a drink. A large unmarked bottle, like an old wine bottle but now completely without any label or clear indication of who or what made it. She leaned back and took several large gulps of it. Before turning again to notice the Tauren man, again her strange, maybe enchanting, but maybe unnerving gaze lingered for a bit too long on the man. Her fingernails tapping at her bottle of unknown liquor and an undecipherable code. She turned back to see the Night Elf and again tapped at the bottle with her fingernails.<br/><br/>What she was thinking was hard to say, her stare could almost be seen as predator observing intended prey, or a manic woman eyeing up what she might have. An odd combination of enchanting and lurid and creepy and strange formed the core of her piercing stare.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>