Walking slowly back to the table, her skirts swishing slightly, Iliana listened as Spooky told her tale and the final words sent a chill up her spine.  Settling in her chair again, she leaned forward on her forearms, her hazel eyes looking intently at Spooky.<br/><br/>"Well, you do have a gift for words, and that's a talent to be sure.  I'll gladly hear anymore stories you wish to share, but I hope we can beg more drinks from the proprietress", she said with a wink in Bubbles direction, "And maybe even convince her to join us here at table.  Maybe even a drinking game."<br/><br/>Iliana blushed and looked down, she was not usually so forthcoming, but the atmosphere seemed right, and she was enjoying the prospect of spending this evening with friends she usually only saw briefly throughout the week.  They each were so different, but special, and she looked forward to maybe getting to know them better on this dark, stormy night.