Dragon Quest IX and Monsters

Another day in the Questers Rest, the now famous Inn located in the Kingdom of Stornway. Erinn was hard at work seeing to new guests and Ginny was busy with the Gold Bank. Selma was also hard at work with her luxury items that were available for a limited time only, items such as magical stones and clothing pieces that could not be found anywhere else in the world without some heavy luck. More-so than one lonely Mage could muster.

Patty as well would be busy at her end of the counter, talking to said Mage in question. "Welcome back honey. How'd the job go?" she says as she leans onto the counter with a welcoming smile. "Thanks Patty. The job went pretty well I think. I made sure the children got to Swinedimples Academy unharmed. A few of them showed some real bravery for sure, tried to help me out in what few battles I did get into. I held back a little and let them get some hits in, so that made them happy. That said, I think I'd like to rest for a bit and see about finding someone to go take on a bigger job with. You still got my party application?" Sevio says happily and asks curiously.

Patty would nod calmly, "Got it right here, hun. I'll give ya a shout if someone comes along asking for help. Don't be a stranger." she says just before waving Sevio off with her classic flirtatious wink. Sevio would nod to her and give a polite wave of his own, then moved off to talk to Erinn and get his room key. He'd be quick to get to bed after a moment to take his weapons and gear from the waist up off of his figure, as well as his boots just for the sake of getting comfortable. He'd sleep rather soundly that night, having dreams of new adventures, potentially making new friends, and for sure taking on new challenges.

"Lost again... Just great. Wonderful! If I had a team, this wouldn't be an issue..." More grumbling and complaining would come from the near distance as a lone elf cloaked in green emerged from the lush surroundings of the forests nearby. The morning sun greeted him in its own way by giving him initial blindness that he had to block his eyes from. "Ugh..." Trying to adjust his red irises to the light, he wondered how far he had until crossing upon the next town or city. He had been wandering without aim for days, and slaying beasts left and right had long taken a toll on his usual prim condition. Thanks to climbing hills and valleys while falling into ravines, The blond-haired man was covered head to toe in dust and grime. Even the glasses he wore were streaked with a bit of dirt. But he could see out of them, enough to realize he had finally stumbled across civilization.

"At last!" The Ranger beamed, adjusting the quiver on his back before strutting into the small town as if he were of royal class... Despite his current appearance speaking otherwise.

The village was quaint yet vibrant with life. The bustling morning atmosphere of chatty residents and shouting merchants brought new life into the elf's facial features as he took his sweet time looking around the shops and stores. This place had a lot of people.... Which also meant a lot of warriors. Which means I can finally scout for some fresh blood. Truly this day has already turned a new leaf for the better. But where to start? This place was new, and his sandal-clad feet were weary from traversing against different types of terrain. Maybe rest was a good idea despite exploring his new surroundings, even though he was already chipper as can be from arriving in such a lively area.

He would've been more chipper however, if the shops sold bows. He had a simple short-bow with him, which only did so much without having to tend to it more and more because of the countless wear on it. Passing what seemed to be an inconspicuous building a long while later, he stopped and backed up when the word "Rest" registered into his mind after a moment. Rest? He read the sign. "The Questers Rest." So it's an inn? Well, he found one thing: a place to sit and relax. Maybe one of the people inside knew of any nearby shops that sold what he was looking for.

Straightening his dirty robes, he stood proud and tall as he pushed his way past the doors of the inn, giving a small smirk of appreciation as he viewed his initial surroundings. If not for the fact he viewed himself in high esteem, he would've passed off as any normal ranger passing through and looking for a party. "Hmm, not bad, not bad..." He mumbled to himself before he caught the attention of someone who seemed to work here. "Excuse me, but is it safe to say that I can rest my weary feet here for a moment?" A few more warriors looked at the newcomer and snickered before turning their attention back to their own errands. He may have also gained the eye of a few other travelers and staff as well. The question is, will they speak up, or leave the man to make even more of a fool of himself?

Is on an adventure! She just doesn't know where she is. Or where she is going. Or how she got here. Okay, so she's lost. Like big time lost. It's not like she minds at all, she usually has fun when she get's lost. She had met the only person she would ever love while lost. But that was a different life. She knows that she was walking in a scary cave trying to be brave and collect mushrooms but had not come out the way she had gone in. She's barefoot as almost always though her sheepskin shoes are tied to her bag so she can put them on when she has to. Her hood is back and her poncho is off because she always liked to feel as much sunlight as she could. It made her happy. Many times as she would walk past a tree or a bush she'd stop and talk to it asking it how it was and if it was enjoying the sunshine. At a particularly large tree she would compliment it's fullness of leaves and girth. Ileana does not mind being dirty and the amount of mud or dust on her legs and feet just make her grin that happy grin. As she would walk, looking for a place to tell her where she is, she sings to herself a song she made up.

"Sunshine, sunshine!
I love the sunshine!
Oh yes I do!
I love the sunshine!
I hope you love it too!"

Occassionally she would stop and pick up a rock or a stick and tuck them into her bag with some of the pretty flowers she would find. She's just happy to be out of the cave. She hates caves because the sun doesn't shine there. It's scary in the dark. Singing and walking and well, carrying her bag and the axe she'd been using to whomp monsters that tried to get too close, she finds place! OH what a glorious place it is! She squeals and trots towards the inn, still singing her little song but with more lines.

Food! I'm so hungry I could eat a field of punkins! Oh I hope they have applesauce! OOOH and apple juice! And cheese! I love applesauce almost as much as I love the sunshine on my skin.

"Applesauce, applesauce!
I love applesauce
Oh yes I do!
I love applesauce
And I hope you love it too!!!"

The sun kissed woman with her vibrant green eyes and her floral colored hair smiles in her sheepskin clothing, their fleece color a contrast to her muddy tan. Skirt falling to her knees, top tied over one shoulder. The sound of a giggle and the padding of her feet on ground, would precede the sound of her tripping and falling into the wall next to the door. Before getting to her feet she would pull on her boots with a frown. Wiggling those toes inside the boots she would sit on the ground a moment before trying to get up. Slowly. Cautiously and just a bit stiffly she would make her way into the inn. Shoes always made her feet feel weird. Thus she approaches the counter with a happy grin.

"Hello! My name's Ileana and I'm on an adventure! Do you have anything I can do to help you and make me some monies so that I can buy foods?"

The person known as Cybele Theodora walks towards the inn. The pieces of cloth and fur draped over her body look as though the amount of dirt and dust on them might be what's holding everything together. She keeps the scrap of fur that acts as her hood up today, casting her eyes into shadow. Hawk sharp eyes looking around at everyone she passes, though she stays quiet and speaks to not one of them. A slime oozes over her shoulders and into her hair down her back; clinging to her as though a child to its mother. The silent mass of grime and cloth was tired of wandering on her for now and would make her way towards the counter that was known to keep a person who could recommend bounties to collect or groups that could use an extra pair of hands to get the job done. Thus it is that Cybele finds herself standing in the inn with the other occupants and staring at the person behind the counter.

Erinn looked to Michael and giggled a little herself, "Of course. Welcome to The Questers Rest, sir. Here is a very good place to rest your feet and your head if you need a bed for however long you like. You must be utterly exhausted at this late hour. For a mere 16 gold coins, I can offer you a room and a nice hot meal. Would you like to stay the night?" she asks in a professional tone.

Ileana would be in for a surprise as she approached the innkeeper and asked about odd jobs she could do to pay for some food. The Innkeeper would offer her a soft smile but would shake her head slowly, "I-I'm sorry miss... But there's not really any volunteer jobs we can offer... You could check the message board in the middle of town if you need to find a-" she says before gasping.

A rather large, burly looking man approaching and placing a pouch in front of Ileana, speaking in a scratchy cockney accent, "Oi, `ere's some dosh fo' dis bird Erinn. I'll pay fo' 'er ta ge' a drink an' some grub. Hehe, orda anyfin ya wan' from da menu. Just do a mate a favah and sit wiv me while ya snack and we'll be smooth. Savvy deal, innit?" the burly male asks almost flirtatiously to Ileana, obviously having a thing for her from the second she walked through the door.

Erinn would blink and look to Ileana to see if she wanted to accept the man's offer or politely decline him. Her gaze holding no blame in the slightest if Ileana wanted nothing to do with the offer she was presented.




Meanwhile Cybele would wander in and find herself in the presence of Patty the Party Planner and she'd be greeted with a soft smile, "Well hello there, stranger. New to Stornway? A warm welcome to you from us here in The Questers Rest. My name's Patty, and I run this cozy little corner of the counter I like to call the Party Planning corner. This is the place to be to meet fellow adventurers and form parties to take on tougher jobs. What do you say Sugar? Interested in filling out a resume and seeing who we've got waiting in the wings?" Patty says in a kind tone, wondering what Cybele would want to do.

My, my, what a darling thing to behold... Micheal decided to put on the charm as he responded to the young maiden in front of him. "Why, sweet young miss... I would love to stay for the night, as soon as nighttime comes, that is..." To him, it was barely evening, regardless of what time it was in reality. With a gentle ease, he rummaged through one of the bags on his sash to retrieve the required gold. The cheeky elf gave a lingering touch to her palms while placing his pay into her hands, dropping a few extra coins in the pile as well. "I do believe that is enough... With something extra as thanks for brightening my day with your lovely presence." Was he always like this with women?

It seemed to be a different case, as he took scant note of the two females that just arrived, aside from a side glance towards Cybele that remained in curiosity... Not towards her, but the female talking to her. He caught a few words, but it was enough to catch his interest. "Party Planning Service?" the elf repeated aloud, not wanting to raise his already high hopes at such an option. After he had settled into his room, he would confirm this 'service' for himself. If there were such a thing in this tavern, he may yet have his wish of a team to lead onward at his whims. To what, only the ranger knew for himself.

Had found herself standing next to Micheal she was informed she had come to the wrong place to find work for food. She smiles a big wide smile and looks around for the door when told it was back outside. Ileana would hear someone approaching and try to move out of their way before realizing that they were putting money on the counter and talking to her about food. Her eyes go wide in awe and happiness as she looks up at the figure that stands before her. He tells her the deal and she lets out an excited squeal and jumps up and down where she stands.

"Yes! I'd be happy to have a drink with you! Can I have a piggy back ride!? OH! I love your helmet! Can I touch it? Are you trying to look like a scary bull? Can I try it on? OOOOH! Look at your scars! How'd you get that one? And that one? And that one!? And that one there? Are your suspenders for looks or are they to keep your pants up? I like your belt!"

In true Ileana fashion she is excited to meet this new person especially with their first impression being they bought her food. That is a good thing in her book. She doesn't care if anyone is looking at her. It's not in her nature to be overly concerned about what other people think of her. She excitedly asks her questions. Pointing at each of his scars when she asks him about them. She'd scurry about him as she asked him about his suspenders and even patted her chest as though contemplating suspenders for herself . All of this jumping and excitement of her's would cause her little pet to peek out of her bag and around them. The little slime would see the bulky man and quickly resume hiding in Ileana's bag, nope-ing right out of that situation.

Having not said anything when she had approached, Cybele is surprised to have been greeted in such a fashion. So many questions showered upon her and then there was that yammering from that excitable girl over there with the bull faced man near that pompus chicken she'd seen prancing around while she'd made her way into town. Bah. People. She turns her attention back to the woman who had rambled to her and simply hold out a hand for the application she had to fill out.

"Application. Please."

The only two words she would utter in a voice gravely and low from disuse. Those eyes of her's peer at the one who had called themself Patty and drift to the woman's boobs about busting out of the dress and begins pondering the magic worked by the seamstress that had managed to get something strapless to support those globes. That string looks like it wants to break. I wonder if she's seen her feet since the age of puberty. What are those sleeve things? Are those a fashion? This place smells of people cramped together. Towns are the worst. Cybele doesn't like people.

Erinn would giggle and blush as she was handed the coins and flirted with, collecting the coin pouch that held the coins for Ileana's stay, "Thank you both, please enjoy your stay. I'll get you some menus then shall I? Please, make yourselves at home." she says before stepping away to get a menu for Michael and one for Ileana. It seemed Ileana was already making friends, though Erinn glanced to Cybele and would feel a shiver travel up her spine. Something about the person with their face hidden and the antisocial grimace in their eyes made her uneasy. She'd put it out of her mind though, because she had a job to do. She'd return with the menus for Michael and Ileana a few seconds later, "Here you go. And Davey it looks like you've got a Priestess on your back. When you've got a moment, Miss, here's your menu." she says as she puts it on the counter for Ileana to collect.

Davey would be showered by questions and attention from the energetic Priestess and seemed to have gotten exactly what he'd hoped for out of her. Entertainment and attention. Though not entirely in the way he had in mind. He'd laugh though and try to keep up with her, "Take it easy, Love, take it easy. If ya wanna 'ear me tales, I'd be 'appy ta tell ya. Eh? Ah, but first fin's first, Love. 'Ere. Give dis a gander and see what ya wanna wet yer whistle wiv. Heh heh, me mates are gonna go crackers when they see me takin you back to me room. The name's Davey, by the by." he says calmly, feeling that he had Ileana on his arm already, which as much attention as she was giving to his scars seemed almost literal.

Patty would smile to Cybele and reach under the desk for a slip of paper, a quill, and an ink well, "Here you go, Sugar. Just fill this out and we'll see about getting you situated with a partner or two if you need the company." she says in a calm tone.

"As long as you're here, I already feel very much at home. This I can assure you," the elf purred, hints of more noble and devious thoughts playing into his mind at the same time. Clearly the man lacked any sort of shame among any sort of pretty face, as proven when his eyes strayed to a strapping young scholar after Erinn made her leave. The person in question browsed over his tomes before calling one of the maids over with a simple hand wave, not once looking up from his studies. Even though the scrolls on the table were of a vague interest to Michael (as another stray look would reveal one of those papers to be an article about proper poison handling), his red eyes trailed the outline of the pupil's body... Despite it being covered in very loose robes in a similar fashion to his own.

While letting his gaze roam once again, he took the maiden's prior advice to heart. Choosing an empty table to settle in, he turned his eyes towards the unfolding scene with Ileana when the word "priestess" was mentioned. Priests were always useful in a party, seeing as his skills outside of archery only focused on poisons and not ways to heal their various effects. But on closer examination, he didn't see a priestess: he saw an excitable young girl in fur and sheepskin pointing at a beast of a warrior and asking where he got his scars. She was supposed to be a healer? She looked like a novice, and a naive one at that to ask such rude questions towards someone who could break Michael's frame in half, let alone hers. Yet the muscle-bound man didn't seem to be complaining much, so maybe she was more of a charmer-type...

Speaking of charm, the maid from earlier had returned with his menu. His face brightened to a more pleasing countenance once she placed it in front of him. "Thank you, young miss... Though before I gaze over your wares myself, may I ask what you would recommend?" Even though his attention was occupied with the tavern girl, he may well be distracted again by anything else that came up in the bar. If he wasn't know for his immense flirting or his skills with a bow and status vials, Micheal was known for his short attention span. He had long forgotten about the female making an application at the counter... And didn't acknowledge that she existed aside from the glance he gave in her direction earlier.

As Davey suggests she 'take it easy' she giggles up at him and then nods.

"Oh yes, I do wanna hear your stories. What's this...oh a menu!"

Being handed a menu Ileana would stop her excited babbling of questions and look at this variety of food. She's totally focused on the menu till he says that he's taking her back to his room to which she would stop looking at the food and look up at him confused.

"But I sleep outside. In a tree. I don't sleep inside. That's just silly. It is lovely to meet you, Davey, I am Ileana Lavinia. You can call me Ileana if you would like. Or Lavinia though I don't always remember that's my name so I might not respond right away. And this is Blip!"

She declares the name of her little slime as she'd reach into her bag and pull it out. The little guy would burble happily up to Davey in greeting because why not. Ileana would realize that in her excitement to pick up Blip out of her bag she had dropped the menu

"Oh no! I dropped the menu. Back inside you go Blip, keep you safe in there. I love you Blip. Oooh, I don't know what to pick. Davey? Do you have any suggestions? I like vegetables!"

Smiles up towards Davey after carefully easing her little blob into her bag and picking up the menu. She doesn't worry much about others watching her. They are strangers and she an obvious foreigner, let the gawk if they wanted to. She was going to people watch herself at some point. Ileana likes meeting new people and trying new foods. She would wait for Davey to lead her to a table before she would settle into looking over this most important decision-making document that is her menu.

"Thank you....Patty?"

Cybele is not sure if she got the woman's name right but her eyes look towards the party planner's face as the normally quiet person expresses gratitude towards the woman with the application. Nodding her head though as she is handed the paper, the hermit would look this over briefly before picking up the quill, paper, and inkwell. Carrying these things to a table she would sit by herself. Gloved hands dusting the paper off before opening the inkwell to begin filling out the form. Let the others ignore her, she was used to it. She pauses her writing to watch the others in the room curiously a moment before returning to her answering, ready to turn it in soon enough.

Erinn smiles to Michael and thinks for a second, "Well, if I had to make a recommendation, I'd say the choices in the stews are amung the best foods we serve. As for the drinks, it's all up to personal preference. Honestly I'm a fan of the sparkling waters and fresh milks more than the liquor, but that's entirely up to you." she says modestly.

Davey looks Ileana over a bit more as she introduces herself and her pet, "Wot? Outside in a tree? Hahahaha, good one, bird. Now I 'ave a reason ta show ya how comfy the beds are 'ere. Fancy some o' dat veggie stew ta fill yez up, and woteva ya wan' ta drink, first off though. And I don't mean ta spoil ya, but I got some desert ya can 'ave once yer done." Davey says innocently. Sure enough, Davey's friends were noticably jealous of Ileana, and one by one they started playing along and asking if they could come too and check out Davey's room with them. Suddenly Ileana had 4 guys giving her attention rather than just one.

Patty would nod to the woman as she accepts the application and takes it to fill out. Suddenly she'd look over and see Ileana at Davey's table and would smirk, "(sigh) Seems the Armor Shop owner is at it again. Guess I'll have to save this one too before the poor girl gets herself into more trouble than she can handle." Patty says to herself, taking an application and another bottle of ink and a quill to Davey's table, "Pardon the intrusion, Sugar, but if you're ready I'll take your order, and if your interested, I have something for you to fill out if you like. Here, Honey." she says as she scoots the Party application in front of Ileana, the quill and ink well off to the side a bit.

Homemade stew in a town like this sounded a bit odd to the elf at first, but who was he to deny the chance at a warm meal? "A nice beef stew sounds delightful, my dear... A glass of milk alongside it even more so," he replied, his eyes fluttering once with a casual flirtatiousness. But aside from chatting up the cute maid, what was a man to do... Aside from note that the tavern had gotten much rowdier than when he first stepped in.

Another look in Ileana's direction saw not one, but four men giving the young girl attention. The ranger did not like the looks of this: more than one man offering their time to a female (or any cute young thing for that matter) all at once only meant one thing later on. And from the girl's demeanor, she was very much unready for that kind of possibility. (Of course, the hasty male could also be wrong, as he usually was when it came to these kinds of situations.) Michael kept a closer eye on the table for a moment, even as the busty planner from before made her attempts to catch the green haired child's attention with a sheet of paper. He wasn't planning to save the girl in truth; Ileana was just a bonus that may turn out for the better if she managed to catch his attention in a good way. The men were just too loud and abrasive for his tastes. If they wanted to lure her, they would act like gentlemen and not buffoons. Charm her to be more than willing, not crowd her like a caged animal. Men these days... (But can Michael really talk?)

Could he fire arrows in the tavern? Highly doubtful. But if the noise got any louder, and Patty's attempts went unnoticed, he would step in and and make pains to silence them his way.

Attention turned to her menu Ileana is laughed at by Davey again and she'd set the menu down to look up at him instead. That smile shrinking a little as she did. Again she shakes her head and corrects Davey.

"No, Davey. I sleep outside. I don't sleep in rooms with their beds. I am not going to your room to see your bed."

She doesn't even respond to his comment about dessert and turns her attention to her menu until his friends ask if they can get her to the room too. That face shakes no as she would look around at the group of four men that have gathered at the table. Once Patty would come over, the young woman would smile to the party planner happily and look at this new thing to look over.

"My order? Oh yes, I haven't decided yet, there's so much to choose from. Davey suggests that I try the vegetable soup. I suppose I'll have that so you don't have to keep waiting on me...Oh? What's this? An...application for party planning? Oh! That sounds lovely! Thank you, young lady! I appreciate this! I'll fill it out now since I don't have to keep reading your menu! I feel I should make a point that I didn't realize until now to ask that you please refund to Davey the money he has paid for a room."

A happy giggle and she offers the menu back to the person who has come over to bail her out of the situation with a bunch of thirsty men. Her eyes dance over the other woman's face before she'd continue speaking in a more firm tone than the kind priestess has used to this point when she diverts her attention to Davey. That smile never leaves the kind and gentle face though as she speaks, looking directly into that faceplate on his helmet

"I have no intention of going to any of your rooms other than this one, Miss and I don't feel it would be right if he paid for something that was going to be a waste. I do appreciate his generosity of the food and will gladly sit with him and his friends until I have fulfilled the obligations of my agreement to keep him company while I ate."

Cybele is sitting at her table minding her business while it seems the men in the room are infatuated with the priestess that came through just ahead of the hermit. Well that's fine with her, means less people to bother her. She fills out her application and once finished settles in to watch and see how things go from here. This could be interesting.

Erinn would smile and nod to Michael, "Coming right up." she says happily, gasping and pausing as Patty and Davey cross paths again, Erinn getting ready to step in as well.

Davey would get out of his seat with that one, "Wot?! 'Ow DARE you!! Comin inna ah joint like 'is woth no dosh of ya own and turnin down what got paid for?! Don' you know 'ow da circle o' favors works?!" Davey growls with a raised voice.

Patty narrows her eyes and glares at Davey, "Quit while your ahead and get out of my Inn, Davey. You are not a fighter anyway, you and your friends are Armor Smiths making your ends meat on the hard earned gold coins of real adventurers. You don't scare me. And if I don't scare you, maybe this will give you something to consider... I can easily call up Sevio or anyone else in my party planning wings and have one of them throw you out. You really want to risk taking on the man that dispatched more Grotto Bosses than you have scars?" Patty says with a smirk, placing a hand on her hip confidently.

Davey would back up as Sevio's name got mentioned, "Gah, I forgot ya 'ave Ol' Sev in your lists!! Erm... Apologies, Love... You too, Patty. I'll see me own self out. C'mon boys. I got some whiskey in back o' de shop. Lets 'ave us a proper Poker game there." Davey says before taking a walk to the door with his friends close behind. None of them wanted anything to do with a bar fight if Patty was the one they'd be up against. A tavern wench with a roster of powerhouse adventurers at her beck and call was a great big 'nope' to any would-be troublemakers that entered The Questers Rest. Patty and Erinn RAN that Inn, and they had plenty of ways of keeping the peace.

Patty would look back to Ileana afterward, "Sorry to run your company off, Honey. But if it's any consolation, we've got tons of far nicer people waiting in the wings if you want some company while you eat. You work on that resume for me and I'll get you some Veggie Stew and a mug of Rum on the house." Patty says with an innocent wink to Ileana and a blown kiss to her before she steps away.

Erinn would sigh in relief and placed a hand on her heart as the situation was defused quickly and without incident. Back to her work again as she steps away to get Michael his stew and a nice mug of ice cold milk. They'd both return in a couple of minutes with the proper meals for their newcomers, Patty wanting to check up on Ileana and on Cybele to see how they were coming along with their applications to the Party Planning Corner.

Bunch of cowards, running off as soon as the idea of true warriors was mentioned. Micheal scoffed in his seat as they made their leave. So much for pulling out the bow and arrow; he was more than looking forward to a good fight in the tavern for the well-being of a young girl. (The situation wrote novels in itself that he would've been happy to bring to life, in his opinion.) But if the female was safe and the boisterous noise was gone, he wasn't about to complain unless he wanted to stir up his own trouble, which wasn't possible unless he got too bored. One thing played on his mind, however...

"Who in Gaia's name is this Sevio person?" Micheal mused aloud. Is a lone man that strong to take on dungeon bosses with ease? If he was that strong, the elf had never heard of him.

Once Erinn returned with his meal, he would thank her with a polite nod and a wink before speaking up, "Fair maiden, if I may so humbly inquire of you..." He leaned against his arms with a strange sort of daintiness before continuing, "Who is this man named 'Sevio?' Is he someone worth having on a team reared by a fine leader?" He of course, meant himself in terms of a 'leader.' A wry and pleasant smile curved on the ranger's lips as he waited for an answer, his hopes rising as he considered the possibilities. Was he a warrior? A paladin, perhaps, with a mighty sword and shield? Yes, that must be it. A balanced duet of courageous melee and coy long range distance, trained to perfection... If this man was more than worth his salt, Micheal might not even need another member other than a priest.

Looking up towards Davey as he lunges to his feet and she'd just listen to him shout at her about coming in without cash an turning down what was paid for. She just looks at him like she's bored. Eyes drooping and smile fading. Before she can inform Davey that he specifically said he was paying for food and drink with her and that the only stipulation he had named in being 'savvy' would be that she sit with him while she eats, Patty is threatening the men and they are running off like dogs with their tails between their legs. Thus she is left at the table alone and her smile would blossom once more.

"Why thank you so much, Miss Patty. He had started out quite gallantly and then turned into a fiend. Because I wouldn't go to his room. He never told me about his scars either the jerk. I suppose that I can focus on the application now. I suppose I should also thank the reputation of the beast that is Sevio as well if his name alone is enough to cause four men to scurry. Thank you again."

An exhasperated sigh and she pushes her hair out of her face. She doesn't wish to point out that Davey has already paid for the food so it isn't on the house. Her little slime would peek out of her bag and Ileana smiles down to it, pulling her darling from the bag and hugging it gently to her before giving it a kiss and resting him in her lap.

Her ears picked up the growl of the big man with the bull mask. A shake of her head and then raise a brow. That name? Really? Who was this person? Some mountain of a reputation he had it would seem. Just glancing around the room the tension had been nearly palpable but now it seems everything is going back to how it had been when she entered.