[Her eyebrows shoot up for a moment. That was kind of forward for Giles, but it was the good kind of impression that the comment landed onto.] That's very Carpe Diem of you.
[She listens to the ruffle of feathers behind her. The wings are merely metaphorical, really, but they're audible - it's a rustling in the air an angel causes when something that keeps it on its toes or a little more... agitated, that sounds similar to wings but isn't really the case; just a switch of frequency. Murdering Latin so willingly was good cause for it, especially because every angel in the vicinity is bound to hear dead languages even if they're whispered.
She sticks a tongue out over her shoulder. Neutral grounds, neutral grounds, neener neener.
Hopefully these were fickle angels and were likely to forget about her.
Hopefully.
Otherwise her ass is so going to get singed if she leaves that bar alone that night.
Well.]
Some more drinks, probably. If you do want it to get rough.
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[She listens to the ruffle of feathers behind her. The wings are merely metaphorical, really, but they're audible - it's a rustling in the air an angel causes when something that keeps it on its toes or a little more... agitated, that sounds similar to wings but isn't really the case; just a switch of frequency. Murdering Latin so willingly was good cause for it, especially because every angel in the vicinity is bound to hear dead languages even if they're whispered.
She sticks a tongue out over her shoulder. Neutral grounds, neutral grounds, neener neener.
Hopefully these were fickle angels and were likely to forget about her.
Hopefully.
Otherwise her ass is so going to get singed if she leaves that bar alone that night.
Well.]
Some more drinks, probably. If you do want it to get rough.