"Mmm... fancy name you have there." she said, and then mock gasped "So young too!  My I'm<em>such</em>a naughty girl..."<br/><br/>But then she stood up a bit straighter as Kelly came into view, ever the Germanic redheaded dwarf (well, half German, but it's the language she spoke mainly).  She looked something between exhausted and relaxed at the moment, hair pulled back tight against her skull in a ponytail, and dressed very professionally.  She walked - contrary to the belief that all dwarves 'waddled' on stubby legs (though inevitably some were proportioned such that it was the case) - over, glanced to Docca, eyes going wide and stunned for a moment, but shook her head, recovering faster than most people did to seeing the woman's marvelous form.<br/><br/>"Yes, good to see you too, your friend as well.  I'd ask who she is but something tells me not only would you lie to me but that I<em>really</em>don't want to know right now." she said, nodding for them to follow her "It's my lunch break, so I'm getting food.  There's a good bar not far from here that serves the type of stuff I like.  I'll cover the tab for this, but you better have a damn good offer... remember,<em>you</em>had an offer for<em>me</em>, so when we get settled in you start talking."<br/><br/>Blunt, but such was her personality.  The restaurant was near, and looked to be a dive bar with neon lights and racy orkish and dwarven lady-images in AR (though setup for those with 18+ age SINs, legit) around.  The barkeep was a dwarf the likes of which would be Tolkien's with modern armor and clothing instead, who shouted a greeting to Kelly as she entered, who shouted something back in Gaelic, the other half of her heritage, only to be met with a laugh and 'the bird'.  She was clearly a regular and friend of the barkeep here, fitting since she was guided back to a table that was surprisingly empty, despite the people waiting for a seat in the small but crowded place filled with Orks and dwarves, no trolls though, and it was a generally rough sort.<br/><br/>Kelly was soon brought a pint mug with a concoction that smelled like someone poured everclear into a heavy stout... and yet she sucked down half of it like it was nothing.  Then again, dwarves did have a natural resiliency for poisons, alcohol included...<br/><br/>"Whatddya want?  A frilly wine or something?" she teased, though a few nearby orks that had been observing the two found it funny too "Order drinks, then talk, though I don't recommend anything on the front page there; it'll kill you, trust me, I've seen stupid elves get hauled out of here all the time doing shit like that, humans too."<br/><br/>"Um... a dark ale would be nice... human strong though.  I'll take your recommendation on food, Kelly, right?" Docca cut in, then with an elbow signaled Kira to make an order...