Quitxi is a little perturbed.  "Oh, I see how it is... wait 'til I'm not looking..."  She opts for distraction, shrugging off her long coat to reveal her slender, bare arms... the outside of both accented by the shimmering silver markings innate to her.  Her outfit is rather promiscuous, but fits right in here, with the black leather, miniskirt, and thigh-high boots matching her up with the dozen-or-so club girls of various species partying down.  She sips her tequila and drops five balls in a row, before scratching on the sixth.  "Fuck," she spits softly, smirking up at him.  "You're on, tiger..." she passes him the cue ball and leans back against the wall to watch.