<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/2cs8hew.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Elise Mauvais</span></em></span><br/>Murphy's Tavern<br/>Day 1, Night<br/>Tagged:<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>A roll of the eyes plainly showed she wasn't threatened by either comment, though... She couldn't help but smile faintly at this Todd fellow. His confidence was quite amusing, so she took his comment in a humorous manner, rather than a threatening one. The little witch could take care of herself, she was sure. So what if the girl wanted to play around a bit? It kept her entertained and happy, whatever that was. Happiness hadn't graced her presence in a couple centuries now, so this crude play was all she really had for now. Oh, but her books helped, of course. Where was that damned thing? Standing and glancing around, she almost seemed like she had lost interest in the two- that is, until she walked right past them towards the fireplace that threatened to eat her precious stories, a dangerous tone in her playful voice. It was quite low, but just audible enough for the couple at the table.<br/><br/><em>"So silly to think you can hide anything around me, ma petite fille bête."</em>During her statement, she had bumped the waitress in front of them; a mere distraction, but it did its job, a warm, apologetic smile erasing any trouble she may have caused. And there was her precious, leather-bound book!<em>"Aha, mon livre! Comment pourrait je vous quitter?"</em>Now nestled tightly against her bosom, coincidentally causing her breasts to rise slightly upward, though not in too revealing a fashion, she seated herself back beside the raging fire, enjoying its merciless flares.<br/><br/>Another one. Eyes traced from the two witches seated together to the door. Another one? "Halleluja!" Well that's definitely not the witch; far too loud to even be considered as one. Though the woman did catch Elise's gaze for a moment. Strange, she seemed. The moment came and passed as another stepped through the door. Now that is the witch. Eyes moving, she counted. One, two, three... Three and a half. The little town was beginning to get much more interesting, giving Elise more of a reason to stay longer.