Parin rubbed her forehead, trying to chase away the headache Ogun's voice had induced. Distracted, she somehow missed the bouncer and the other masked man leaving. Had they sought out a private room already? While pondering on this, she failed to notice Winnie providing drinks until Mirri let out a small squeal in glee. The fey held the shotglass aloft like a trophy, before tilting it back to get at the sweet tasting liquid inside. Parin for her part muttered a brief thanks as she received the glass, but simply held it in her hands on her lap.<span style="color: blue">"It's not often I get drinks for free at taverns, now it's happened twice in one evening."</span><br/><br/>Listening attentively to the mature Aviari, Parin only briefly glanced aside when she noticed the bouncer entering again. How odd the Vulpari noted to herself, completely missing Mirri flying up to harass the red-headed waitress for a refill. When W'ineton mentioned the energy-collecting habits of fey, Parin cheeks instantly flushed over again, inadvertedly revealing that the foxgirl was likely intimately familiar with. "Well..." Parin hesitated briefly, glancing to the floor as she picked her words carefully while Mirri gave the waitress a kiss on the cheek before flying back to the talking trio with a refilled shot glass. Landing on Parin's shoulder, Mirri listened in as Parin answered W'ineton.<span style="color: blue">"Like other fey, Mirri's capable of drawing great energy of the seed of life. I've always wondered how they did. It's like... they tap in the potential of growth of it all. She usually doesn't need to, though." </span><br/><br/>It was obvious the Vulpari had done plenty of thinking on the matter, as she talked quite energetically about the subject. Even with Mirri imitating the girl.<span style="color: blue">"Fae have always used magic more efficiently than us, and as a solitary creature, I think Mirri's far better at collecting and storing the magic energy than her woodland kin. I mean, the deserts aren't overflowing with life."</span>She elaborated, completely unaware of that the nature of W'ineton's interest was anything more than scholarly.<span style="color: blue">"I've always known that life adapts, but it's surprising how efficient Mirri is at being a solitary hunter." </span>Parin mused, watched the fey hiccup on her shoulder.<br/><br/>Having grown weary of having to be silent while Parin talks, and now quiet inebriated after drinking down her refill, the fey suddenly spoke up.<span style="color: green">"Yes! Best hunter! Best Mirri and bestest feeeey! One cannot hope to best Mirri, Mirri is simply the best there is."</span>The fey giggled at her own words while hanging on to Parin's ear and nibbling on the Vulpari's furry eartip. "<span style="color: green">Not das ven, Parin, nus tu dan..."</span>the fey spoke in a husky tone, thought still fairly high-pitched. Whatever she said, it made Parin blush despite her composure.<span style="color: blue">"Mirri, no... are you drunk?"</span>Mirri nodded eagerly, before dropping herself in Parin's top, and biting at Parin's fingers when the fox-girl attempted to retrieve the fey from the cloth top. Giving up, Parin let the fey lounge between her small breasts, wrapping her tail uncomfortably around her waist while clutching her drink tightly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>