Ixonia came out of her deep thoughts and looked around to see who was there....

@Pineappletumble
A cute little pixie? It had been a long time since she had seen a pixie. She had to keep him in the back of her mind.....

@Rusalka
A female not too far who might buy something....

Why not make a general announcement?Yeah that was simple and she could catch various people's attention that if she would....

Upon deciding to stand on the bar so that everyone could see her, Ixonia swing her long legs around and placed them on the bar. She slowly slide them to the other side so that she could get a good grip of the counter.... her body slide off the stool and was hanging upside down... with her arms swinging, Ixonia swung herself up on the bar into a sitting position. She then rolled over- butt towards her audience for she knew that presentation was a key element.... then stood up then slowly brought her upper body around to the front (she was extremely flexible from her circus days)... she smiled and spoke calmly

"My name is Ixonia Rosetta Yipsilanti. I have brought many things to sell to you...(A slight pause to allow imagination to wander a bit)..
such as this fine dance outfit. I have a great many clothes, jewelry, rugs, and more! Feel free to approach me to see if I have what you need."

@Rusalka

Liz seemed to be studying her and wondering about her. Alex could push herself into her mind and see what she thought, but she seemed it a bit too rude to get to know the newcomer too quickly. She didn't want to say something she wasn't told and alarm the poor girl. Alex admired the womans features for a moment. "Got it, vodka on the rocks."

Alex went about making the drink and thinking. She had a lot of things to think about... Clay and the situation at hand, Liz and the slight sexual tension, problems at home.

She finished whipping up the drink and swept around the bar to place the drink in front of the blue-haired beauty. "Here you go, doll."

"How, do you like, Mr right, now?"
Clay asked between deep hot laboured breaths, his words washing over her skin. His hand was fishing for her bra strap, his shirt had fallen back and only hung by his elbows exposing all his chest, abs and wide shoulders. His belt hung loosely parted and his denim jeans barely balanced on his hips.
Suddenly the scent and sound of another reached his keen senses.
Clay smelt the familiar sweet scent of fear.

A pearl white grin spreads across his lips.

At first he ignored it, a part of him didn't want to notice it, a part of him didn't care. But it interrupted the mood and played on his mind.

His jaw clenches as he backs of from Valyna as the silent steps sneak near, Clay takes out his frustration of the interruption with a sharp fast blow of his bare knuckles against the tavern wall. Again the thud echoes within the building acting as a reminder to a certain someone that he was out there.
It also covers the the war cry of the young naive attacker.

Clay spins to face his wild attacker, surprised that she summoned enough courage to smother her fear.
He went to intercept the attack and throw up his arms in defence but instead they were caught up in his shirt and had to snap down to catch his falling pants.
In what was not his finest moment, Clay had done nothing but step right into the attack.

The dagger dug into his chest and blood soon came trickling out and ran down his body. His face was growing as red as the blood fuelled with embarrassment, frustration and anger. He stood silently staring at the hooded figure. Eyes wide. Nostrils flared.

Time seemed to come to a halt as everything went suddenly still. Clay's arms bound by his shirt holding up his pants while a dagger sat in his chest, breathing deep and heavily, trying to remain calm while balancing on a fine line of undecided relentless retaliation.

"What..." He growled in confused disbelief.

@Dark Light

Alex whipped around at the sound of a hit to the wall of the tavern that seemed to echo throughout the entire building. Startled at first, she soon mustered up the courage to face whatever was outside. That was her job after all. "Stay here." She warned the few at the bar, "I'll be right back."

Throwing down her wash rag and readying herself for a fight, she stormed out of the tavern. Upon reaching the outside, she discovered a scene that was very odd and not at all what she expected.

A half dressed Clay under a small attacker with a hood, a hot-and-bothered witch against the wall and... blood. She took a deep breath and searched the minds of the 3 subjects in front of her. Fear... Clays blood... sweat... unmentionable actions...

"What the hell is going on here?" She almost yells, lowering her defense.

Valyna was slow to come out of her desirous fog. She pushed away from the wall and and was startled to realize Clay had been stabbed by someone. She stepped forward and stepped between Clay and the attacker. Valyna started yelling at the young woman. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Valyna looked at the knife and flicked her hand and the knife jumped out and landed on the ground. She put her hand over the wound and mumbled something. The wound healed up nice and pretty. Not even a scar. She turned and started to yell "Is that what you do? You attack people for kissing...." She hadn't noticed she was barely contained in her bra and her blouse was hanging off of her and her jeans were unbuttoned. At this moment she did notice and started to straighten herself up. She grinned at Clay and said. "You ok there babe?"

Right about this time Alex walked outside.
@Dark Light@Caoimhe@timelord1101

@Song Book
"Welcome" Its not like he was doing this for the a thanks and a pat on the back, he was.. why was he doing this? its not like he was going back to the same tender.
"Are you going to stand there or return back to your seat Fairy boy." There it was again boy specious the lot of em' its not like fairies even existed and even if they did Tic was sure they'd be shorter then him... well more hoped but good-luck getting him to admit it.
@Aisling
Muttering some kind of cures Tic walked back to the bar to a seat closer to the exotic dancer/saleswoman? he wasn't as sure. As he took a long drink from his bottle he could tell it was coming into effect a whole lot stronger than whatever synthetic alcohol he usually threw back. Clabering up onto a seat near the woman he called up hoping he wasn't drowned out the general noise the tavern was made.
"Got anything in my size?" He gestured to his still drenched shirt.

Tic kept an eye and ear open to the sound of shouting coming from outside the tavern, might have to could be fun.

@Dark Light@timelord1101@Wick

It didn't take long for her to realize she'd made a mistake. As she stepped back, the dagger flew from her hands. Keeva's breath caught in her chest and she stumbled back, tripping over her cloak in her haste and landing flat on her butt.

Her hood slid off as she looked up, wide-eyed at the scene. The woman, still yelling at her, healing the man; the man (or whatever he was) standingafter her assault, looking confused, but angry; and a new arrival, a woman with an air of authority, looking over the scene with confusion.

"I.. I didn't mean.. I'm sorry, I... why.. how?!

The words tumbled from her mouth as she tried to explain herself while at the same time, unable to believe the man wasn't on the ground dead... or at least seriously hurt.

@Pineappletumble

Ixonia sat down on the bar next the wet pixie.

"I have many outfits for Pixies. Any color preference? You are over a... foot tall....Are you willing to go to my ship? It
is docked just outside." Ixonia asked.
"How ever if you do go, ignore the comments from Her."

@Caoimhe

Alex could feel the fear radiating off of the girl. She was greatly confused, that much was clear. Alex furrowed her brow and spoke up. "Things happen a little differently than you're used to, girl."

Alex was angry now. Crazy people disturbing the peace always ticked her off. She was a bouncer for a reason. "You should watch yourself, before you get into too much trouble."

She stiffened her stance and attempted to look more menacing. Even in heels, she could take care of this little problem if she continued this path. Alex has been looking for a fight for sometime and it wouldn't take much to force her hand today. Alex has learned that even the smaller ones could be stronger than they look, especially those that wander this way.

As hard as he struggled he could feel it rising.
The wound magically healed but he could still feel the warm blood trickle down over his bare skin, cutting through the cool breeze.

Clay battled the beast but there was so much going on, burning passion, desire, instinctive fight reflexes, the unknown attacker, memories stirred by Alex's sudden presence.
Clays emotions compounded on top of him and he felt surrounded and trapped, not physically trapped but judgemental trapped.
He was suffocating.

If Alex had her mind open to his she would feel the familiar oncoming primal wild torrent from before. The bleak aggressive survival darkness, void of compassion or thought.

It was the scampering fearful retreat that sent Clay over the edge. Her actions, her fleeing, caused an instinctual animalistic desire that Clay could not contain, the desire to. 'Chase!'

For Clay the world went blurry and dark, the events that happen next would be but hazy memories of a near forgotten dream. Meanwhile, the last slither of his conscious holds his body from transforming into a beast, but he cannot stop it from acting that way.

Like a wild animal, the shell of Clay lunges at the girl before him on the floor. Fingers curled like claws, teeth snarling and snapping, eyes predatory and viscous.

Human concerns lost on him, he cares not for the regret on her innocent face, his shirt tears apart, his pants luckily manage to stay on. Just.
He lunges at her with one driving desire. Death.

@timelord1101@Caoimhe@Wick

Jet growled under her breath listening closely to the scene playing out side. She was enjoying the little entertainment over the sounds. swigging down half her glass of vodka. Even being there as long as she has, with as many drinks, she showed no sign of the alcohol. Putting it out for her high tolerance for the alcohols affects. Events from earlier played about in her vision. To many emotions had flooded those memories, causing them to be fuzzy and those which are clear are so obscure theres nothing of importance in them. That what she does remember are the worst parts of her day. Doing the rest of her drink she realizes the lack of bartenders. As they both had gone outside of the taverns walls.

By the sound of it, they weren't coming back soon. What worse to her, the fact she seemed to be stared at. The unwanted attention making her sink into her stool more than she was before. Even if not an eye was upon her, to her flared highly emotional mind, She couldn't escape the gazes. Or a gaze to be more precise; his gaze. The feeling of his eyes watching her every move couldn't be shaken from her head.

@Aisling
Tic's interest was now piqued simple things like saying over instead of under in regards to his height were welcome changes to what he was used to.

"nothing that sticks out too much, I do that well enough on my own" he gestured for her to lead on.

"Do you take credits? he lifted a black stick which contained some of his drinking funds for the week.

@Pineappletumble

"I take many kinds of monetary funds and even bartering. It matters not in most cases. It is certain weapons that I am picky about. I do have a few weapons that you might like as well as jewelry." Ixonia spoke as she slide down the counter top.
"Let's go... what is your name?" she asked as she bent her knees slightly so that she could look up at Tic's eyes. Of course this was to make him feel like he was taller....

@Dark Light

Alex felt it again. The strong surge of emotion and pain that had once come from Clay, the cause of their turmoil, hit her head and it was almost as if she blacked out for a moment. All she could feel was his primal instinct. 'Werewolf...' She finally figured it out. When she came to a moment later she was not surprised to see a very different Clay lunging at the hooded girl. Claws out and a fierce snarling coming from the lycan, she knew that something must be done.

"No!" She shouted. She knew that he could no longer hear her. There wasn't much she could do. Except... No. she learned her lesson last time. But would she risk a tumultuous relationship for a not-so-innocent life?

She decided that this was greater than her and pushed herself into his mind. 'No matter what costs to us, you have to be stopped. I'm sorry.'

She kept pushing, trying to get past the primal animal that had surfaced and tried to reach the part of him that could change back. 'I know you're here somewhere Clay. Come on, you know you shouldn't do this. She's just a child!'

Alex wasn't sure that she could bring him back, but she was obligated to try.

@Dark Light

Valyna took Clay's partial transformation in stride. She had sensed what he was inside the bar. Valyna had dealt with them before. Werewolves were tough and easy enough to rile, but they were excellent lovers. All that primal energy surging through them took all of her inhibitions away.

Valyna was irritated with the little witch for interupting her fun. Seeing that Clay was about to kill her, she knew she had to act fast. She mumbled something and Clay was suspended in mid air with no time to spare and still gnashing his teeth and raging at the girl. "Hang on babe."

@Caoimhe
Turning to the girl she said,"I can only assume that was an accident? I'm pretty certain you didn't mean to get yourself killed." She offered Keeva a hand up and urged that she leave quickly.

@timelord1101
Valyna turned and saw Alex there and she sensed she was trying to do something to Clay and she went on the defensive. She shoved her hand at her and it blocked her telepathy into Clay's mind. "You need to mind your own business, Alex isn't it? I got this."

Valyna spoke softly to Clay and and was able to calm him after several minutes. She smiled, "I guess when you've dated werewolves before you figure out how not to get killed."

Jet started to tap the glass Ittiably. Something clearly buggig her though hard to tell what.
In her mind she was assaulted by voices. .' You should have killed him. Like the others.' ' you fled that counttblike a b. Should have killed him' Growling again she glances around nervously. Twitching as the eyes bore into her neck. She winced as the scenes started playing out. Noticablly she would be seen turning up the music on her player kouf enough to be heard if close enough. Yet she would seem to fade into the crowd again. Unnoticed. Unwanted. Unseen.

Well...this place didn't just go from zero to crazy in eight seconds.

Liz barely had time to register anything or even make sense of it. First some weirdo chick tried to sell her crap, which she wasn't interested in, before going off with that little fairy dude. Then Alex darted out of the bar because of some scuffle going on elsewhere. Sounded like it was between a couple of werewolves or something. Mangy mutts, they were always causing trouble. She would have gone to help Alex, but the girl was tough, so she probably had it handled. Liz wasn't much of a fighter anyways. If anything, she would've just stuck one of them with her switchblade then ran like hell.

"Wow..." She sighed rolling her eyes and lighting a cigarette she fished from her jacket. Felt like she needed one after all that weirdness. A puff of smoke was exhaled in a bored huff of air as she leaned against the bar and pinched the bridge of her nose scrunching her eyes.

@Song Book

Ixonia turned her head towards some loud music and saw a female who was obviously muttering something. Perhaps she was using the loud music to cover up her muttering, it was very unpleasant to Ixonia's ears. She smiled at the Pixie as she spoke to him

"Excuse me for a few minutes..."

She walked over to the female rub her hands for a few seconds the touched the arm of the female who should have received a jolt of electricity.

"Are you ok, miss?" she asked innocently.

@AislingShe would flinch slightly but showing no other signs of discomfort from the shock. Moving her self away from the lady. She would look up hearing the girl fine through the music.
"Please don't touch me. I'm Fine."
She would go back to tapping her glass looking around Ittiably. A evil chuckle sounding from across the bar yet she could hear it clearly. She would growl again mumbling something about' why is be here.' Her mind assaulted by another wave of voices causing a shiver to run down her spine. She wanted the man from eariler to come back. He quieted everything without the music. Yet she made him lwae. She always makes them leave.

@Song Book @Aisling

Throwing back her vodka and finishing it in one gulp, Liz set her glass down on the bar and got up wobbling a bit. She was about to climb the stairs and go back to her room until the distant hum of someone's music caught her by her ear. She stopped short of the stairs listening to it for a moment, taking in the melody. Whoever it was, they had good taste in music.

She ambled over to the girl, noticing first off that weird lady was bugging her and probably trying to hock her useless wears on the poor chick. Liz just rolled her eyes at the creep.

"I don't think she's interested in your crap, girl." Liz muttered then turned to the other, "Hey, nice music. What band is it?"