~~~~~~~~~<br/>At<b><i> the Bar...</i></b><br/><br/>Fanya was grinning at the 'show' that Emma put on with Loretta. It was sweet, Fanya loved sweetness. Later though Emma kept prodding her about the noise from her suite. Fanya put her coffee mug down and her face lost it's normal shine and brightness, her eyes turned dark as she looked at her plate just as everyone's food arrived.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">If you absolutely <b>must </b>know Emma, if you heard screams and cries from my room last night, that was from <i>me...</i> When my skin morphs color and pattern, the pain is excruciating and I'm typically sweating bullets while gritting my teeth closed. If I let you my screams of sheer agony last night, I apologize. I consider myself lucky that I don't always remember the details of the process itself. Normally I can contain the noise to my room but, like I said, I'm still learning to control...</span>" she looks at her skin with a frown "<span style="color: purple">this.</span>" She looks at everyone at the bar in all seriousness. "<span style="color: purple">I apologize to you all for the interrupted rest.</span>"<br/><br/>The drunk customer chose the wrong time for another attempt at Fanya's attention, her put another hand on her shoulder and spun her around in her chair waving money and slurring an invitation to his room. Fanya's reaction was quick and to the point.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">I said... NO!</span>"<br/><br/>She only moved her hands six inches from her side, she placed the face forward and against the man's chest in a lighting quick flat impact of force. It sent the man flying back on his ass at least twenty feet and slid another ten on his back... Fanya's eyes blinked in surprise.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Shit</span>" she whispered. She rushed over to help the customer up off his back , hailing a Omertas security guard while she was at it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>