Anya scooted off the counter and plopped down on one of the bar stools, grabbing the drink and tasting it with a smile "Perfect! Thanks Jon, you always know exactly what to make me." She spoke, drinking down more of the glass.

"Oh, and uh, sorry about the halfie remark. I forgot about your daughter." Anya spoke, absent mindedly sipping on her drink. [i]"Well, I could say your top is nice for a child but..if you grow some boobs you could turn a head or two"[/i] Theta had told her, with a frown and her face turning slightly red Anya looked down at her chest. Her expression looked like she was ready to kill a fool, but suddenly turned back to a smile "Touchè" Anya replied, giggling. "I guess I do kinda have a flat chest..oh well. Watcha' gunna do." She shrugged.

She then swivled around to address Jeanette, half wishing she stayed on the counter as it required less effort to talk to everyone. "I'll definetely look, kinda...don't really have that many outfits." She replied. In truth, she had a exact copy of the outfit she was wearing and two alternate outfits that were really mostly just color and design variations of what she had on. She was a really simple person when it came to clothing, mostly cause she was kiinda lazy.

[i]"About that, I know you're a tough kid, but, you should be more careful"[/i] Anya thought she was proobably right, but, she hadn't been careful for at-least a hundred years. [i]"With potential hunters around you shouldn't be so flashy as to what you are."[/i] With that she looked down at her shirt, un-sticking the bottom of it from her stomach and observing it.

Jeanette kinda had a point. "Welll, you do have a point. BUT. I was already halfway here..I'd have to go all the way back to my apartment, change, then come alll the way back here." She replied. Can't run down the street half naked, pluuss how was I supposed to know he had a pocket knife?"

She noticed this weird, strange man walk in mid conversation but decided not to say anything. He smelled..odd. Anya shrugged, glancing at him ever so often from over her drink. Noticing her glass was almost empty she turned back around and sat it on the table. "Can you make me another Jon?" She looked up at him, smiling, still glancing at the random guy from time to time.