"Don't patronize me like some child, Nicholas. No doubt that bullshit is some type of curse or a foot up the ass." Picking up her beer Lynia chugged it and didn't fight back the belch that tore its way out of her. As a ruled she never aimed for sophistication because that would only lead to false impressions about the kind of woman she was.<br/><br/>Sitting on the bed with a heavy thump Lynia snatched up the bit of paper and studied the etchings carefully and knew she would be able to recognize these markings anywhere. As to the question Nick proposed... "What have I been doing, huh? Apparently pissing off the wrong crowd of supernaturals, if you know what I'm saying..." Stuffing the grimy wad of paper into her back pocket Lynia flopped back across the blankets and stared at the ceiling, watching as the lightning lit up the small interior of her rented room. "I went across the pond to Ireland in search of the<em>Aes Sidhe</em>to uncover some alternatives to a magick funk I've been having over here in the states. The only problem is that by betraying my bargain by not providing my blood I've royally teed someone off. Maybe the Queen. The Overlord. Whoever the hell operates the damn thing..."<br/><br/>Reaching over she pulled Nick's untouched beer from the counter top and popped the top before taking a healthy swig. Her head felt fuzzy enough to assist her in forgetting some of her anger. Kicking off her shoes she swung her feet back and forth as she ignored the agitated male standing just outside the balcony door.