Quite pleased with herself at the reactions she was getting from the patrons enthralled with her performance, Alanna finished her dance with a spin and a flourish, just in time for a certain gust of air to blow on her sash and loin cloth, adding a bit to the final maneuver. The ifrit stared in the direction it had come from and her eyes caught Na'vi's. She winked at the naughty sylph and blew her a kiss as she took her bow and basked in the applause. As the audience clamored for a second performance, Alanna found herself approached by a waitress who informed her that one of the patrons had bought her a drink. "I'll be taking a quick break, folks. I know you're heartbroken, but my friends here are more than willing to soothe your ache with a nice drink for the short while I'm gone." She said to a dismayed audience, giving them a kind smile, before she took a seat at the edge of the stage and addressed the waitress.<br/><br/>"Mmm... I'll have a french kiss cocktail (http://www.fabulous-cocktail-recipes.com/french-kiss-cocktail.html), I think. Could you point him out to me, and send him the same drink from me as well?" She asked the kind waitress, who proceeded to point at a halfling sitting at the bar. When the waitress came back with her hot drink, Alanna caught the halfling's eye and winked as she took a sip.<br/><br/>While she had her drink, she noticed one of her fellow guild mages and waitresses being harassed by a particularly grabby john, and decided to step in. Alanna quickly approached and stood beside the meek mermaid, grabbing the offending elf's hand firmly and sharply prying it off the gentle girl. "Now now, good sir." She started chastising with a playful tone and smile. Her hand didn't burn him at all, it was very warm, but not uncomfortably so. "I know me and my friends are all very lovely, but such rough grabbing is rather impolite." She purred, leaning over and whispering sultrily. "If you absolutely cannot resist the urge to touch something... you are definitely welcome to touch me." At this, her tone turned more vicious and deadly, and her grip tightened and grew just a tad warmer. "But I don't promise not to burn." Her tone and words and the strength of her grip made it quite clear that she could reduce his hand to a blackened stump if she chose.<br/><br/>The threatening ifrit released the elf's hand and turned to the mermaid. "Sorry for intruding, Marissa. I'm just a stickler for proper courtesy." She joked, chuckling. "I hope I didn't make you mad... I'd hate it if you had to punish me." Alanna teased. Despite of their opposed... preferences, so to speak, she was quite fond of the nice mermaid.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Intimidate: 1d20 + 14 = 27 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=48145)</div></div>