<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=74931.msg3296315#msg3296315">Quote from: Creeper on 15-07-2010, 05:42:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hey! Where the hell do you think you're goin'?" Demanded Sebastian the Weasel. His eyes lit up in sudden recognition. "Oh, Dieza! Hey Lita, it's Dezia! It's great to see you again, my sweet monkey butter. Ah ha, ha ha ha!"<br/><br/>Then all of the mirth vanished from his voice. "Just 'cause you know one of the girls here doesn't mean you don't hafta pay the cover charge, y'know."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>It's not the weasel's attention that sets Dieza on edge and terrifies her beyond bodily control; rather, it's the never-speaking, cold-staring killer he accompanies.  Dieza drops one shoulder's elevation and twists her upper body away, her eyes screwing up in embarrassment and teenage-ish protest.  "Sebastiaaaaan," she says with a tinge of whine before reclaiming a shred of dignity and straightening her posture.  "I just got locked out."  The nerves kick in, and she begins speaking rapidly.  "The wards are up and Polette will kill me if I set them off again, and I can't wait outside for hours and hours, I could be attacked or--" she catches a glimpse of Litas gaze beyond the familiar's, and her girlish eyes dart away in discomfort.  "Er, if I can talk to her a minute, I promise I'll be on my way."  She wonders who was speaking and when...<br/><br/>((Modified to fix my confusion. Didn't realize the weasel was not a bouncer, but actually a real frickin weasel :D ))