.:Broken Fix Gig:.

Emireth's fist twiched as the femme yelled at the male, getting aprhensive and having a sheet of ice cover her knuckles just in case a fight was to break.
Shove it you little-
She stopped herself, she wasn't going to lower herself to the little wench and cause a scene, instead she took a breath and allowed the ice to dissapear as she leaned her head on Myles for comfort.

She had noticed the flirting and it bugged her grately as she looked up at Myles to see how he would handle it. She wanted to see his reaction to it.

Once the femme left Emireth sighed relieved and looked at Myles.
I don't like her.
She stated bluntly as she crossed her arms before her in what, in anyone else, would seem to be a pout.

((I am -so- sorry about the delay. I was given the project of making a catapult and it took all my time. X.x ))

Emireth couldn't help but grin at that and nod as she seemed to cuddle into him.
I just don't like her attitude. Should have bashed her face in. Wait... Sorry I shouldn't be violent around you should I?
She asked sheepishly.

Emireth smirked and shrugged as she ordered another drink and took a sip of it.
So how many times have you gone to the graveyard seeking drunks?
She joked.

I don't know, messing with them is quite fun when they're drunk.
She said with a snicker and a drink of her own beverage as she leaned on him again.

Emireth had the tendency of not caring weather she got drunk or not yet something had made her have a high alcohol tolerance. She shrugged at the though.
Have you ever gotten drunk? Not the tipsy feeling people complain about but the full blown?
She asked curiously.