The ledger slid across the table and caused Crescent to look stare down at what was being presented to her. Her arms failling down her sides as her hands rested on her thighs, appearing to be staring at the ledger and everything it listed. Ears tuned to the voice of Alex as she spoke, Crescent's face was neutral as she listened to Alex's plea... What was this, some kind of intervention?<br/><br/>Crest's eyes slowly started to roll upward, bringing her arms to the top of the table, crossing her forearms as she rested her chin on top of them. The purple glow staring deep into Alex's being, Crescent would have something slowly grow on her face... Something usually referred to as resting-bitch-face. Alex was finished, though, and Crescent wasn't saying a word. Why? Was she threatened? Offended? Insulted? What was she, some uncontrollable child in a bigger world who had no idea what she was getting into?<br/><br/><span style="color: #59b300">"Would you like mo-" </span>A goblin would croak out of his deep voice, the grin he presented brighter than someone who had just had sex. After all, he was a goblin. Money WAS sex to him. More service meant more money. But as quickly as he appeared in the room and suddenly asking the question, his grin turned into an offended, fearful look, Crescent roaring back at the Goblin,<br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff"><b>"WE'RE TALKING." </b></span>Deep, growling, powerful, her voice echoed throughout the tiny room like a miniature earthquake just produced itself into an area. Accompanied by an extremely hateful look as her entire body snapped towards the Goblin on her right, holding the edges of the desk as a form of controlling herself. Quiet... Scary quiet. So quiet that the only sound that could be made was the goblin and his colleague slowly back pedling out of the room, only to be met with a murmur from Alex,<span style="color: #0080ff">"So.. Sorry."</span>the Draenei nodding toward them as they left -- her voice clearly showing she was taken off guard.<br/><br/>Crescent's eyes darted back to Alex, standing up and pulling out a list from her back pocket and slamming it down with force from her bare hand.<span style="color: #a64dff">"What do you know about me? I mean really? Where do you get off?"</span>Crescent started to speak loudly, towering over as she stared at her list and compared it to Alex's. Her partner was silent for some time while Crest studied, and the minute she spoke up with the first syllable, Crest went at it again.<br/><span style="color: #a64dff"><br/>
"I'm not some naive child, I know what I'm doing. If my actions concerned you then maybe I would ask for your opinion."</span>Crest would speak loud, crumbling up her piece of paper and tossing it towards Alex,<br/><span style="color: #0080ff">"I was just trying to-"</span><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">"You're just being selfish. Looking out for yourself. You want your ascension and the goods, making sure I'm not going to be a problem for you. It's all in the bag;" </span>Crescent would speak out, pointing towards her back on the bed behind her as she would stand on the side of the table they were at.<span style="color: #a64dff">"And this will cover the room."</span>Crest would reach into her cleavage and pull out a bag of gold coins, tossing it for a loud *~CLUNK!* echoing on the table, Crescent immedaitely leaving the room.<br/><br/>What in the hell has gotten into her? Where on earth was she going?<br/><br/>Crescent bolted out of Booty Bay, doing what she can to avoid the interaction that just had between her and her business partner. The sun was setting, it was getting dark, and it was exactly what Crescent wanted... Some time would pass and she found herself on the island of that destroyed statue guarding the Bay -- Who on earth was that rich Goblin? Really, it doesn't matter..<br/><br/>Crest sat down and in a hot-headed temper that was growing rapidly, she would make a small void-esque purple first to keep her warm. She<b>NEEDED</b>an excuse to let off steam, and from there it spiraled down -- Throwing purple hay-makers into the waters in front of her, the fires dying down as they collided with the water. She was loud, a light show, and most of all? A hazard...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>