Oh happy Dagger....(Aryn)

[Aryn Valcoph]

"We kicked ass. And here, we kiss ass--if it pleases the customer." Aryn snickered. "You're not really taking away from my business, though. That can come later. My women can handle the rest on their own."

With the last of the hair falling to the floor, Aryn took the scissors and brushes to her dresser and popped them inside a drawer before hip-bumping it closed.

She grinned.

"Want pizza? Alcohol?"

[Bastille Amtrum]

"Alcohol" Bastille smirked, - although technically it was for something else.

[Aryn Valcoph]

"Right, right. I'll be right back."

With a wave, Aryn made her way back downstairs. And would come back up after with rum of the dark variety, two glasses...and a couple slices of pizza. Because even if Bastille wasn't hungry...she would be.

Lookit all that cheese~

She plopped the items down and poured a few generous fingers to each, and then would turn to hand one of them to the blonde with her hair now short...and proceeded to pick up and drop her ungodly hair that was laying dead on the floor into a waste basket.

[Bastille Amtrum]

"Oh...uh...I can get that" Bastille said, immediately getting down awkwardly and trying to pick up with her one arm. Ironically she seemed very adept at using it.

[Aryn Valcoph]

Aryn chuckled but accepted the help. It was quicker with two, anyway, even though Bastille seemed...very handy with just one hand.

If the pun could be said.

She tucked the basket back out of the way and scooped her glass up from the dresser...and nibbled on a slice.

"Good to be back?"

[Bastille Amtrum]

"Not exactly" She said raising her brows and sighing. "Husband looks older than normal and............................Barker....yah no it's hard, at least I think thats the emotion you feel when you feel like you're suffocating in youre own home."

[Aryn Valcoph]

Aryn quirked her head.

"Hnnn... Stay with me~" Aryn flashed one of her quickfire grins and swayed over, lifting her hand - the other cradling her glass and the remainder of her pizza so she wasn't touching Bastille with greasy fingers - and flit her fingers lightly through her hair and down her jaw. "We can have naked slumber parties...and sex~"

Ohhhhh temptation.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille just nodded with a sly smirk.

"Entirely a possibility"

Bastilles then narrowed a bit. "But speaking seriously....it wouldn't be....too much trouble?" She said oddly, as if she was trying to be sincere and it just wasn't coming out right.

[Aryn Valcoph]

Aryn blinked. Well that was off.

"I would have offered even if it was." She finally shrugged with an impish smirk. "I love trouble--it'd be too cliché for it to be my middle name, though. But what the hell is up with the little..."

Aryn's brow furrowed, and she held her hand out, moving it back and forth in a slight wobble.

"...in your voice?"

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille just gave her a look, a high brow look- as if it had never happened.

[Aryn Valcoph]

"Skunk." Aryn snorted at the look, then brushed her fingers over Bastille's neck before moving to drop onto her bed...and continue nomming her pizza.

[Bastille Amtrum]

"I'm afraid I don't understand" Bastille said calmly....

She then quickly took a swig of her drink and shuddered a bit.

"I forgot how that burns" She said setting it down with a concerned look. "Thats almost not fair...they made me hate alcohol...."

[Aryn Valcoph]

Aryn shook her head.

"Oh come on... Word game. Skunks spray, it stinks. I'm telling you you stink and I smelled it."

Sticking her tongue out before deftly finishing the pizza slice, Aryn flashed a cheeky grin...though it turned to concerned disbelief at Bastille's reaction to the drink.

"...what..? You're shitting me. What cocksucking fuckwads."

Eloquent as always.

[Bastille Amtrum]

"Tell me about it" Bastille tried to power it down regardless. "maybe if I get drunk enough"

[Aryn Valcoph]

Aryn watched, almost dubiously. But still, she was hopeful Bastille could get passed this little roadbump. Stupid experimentation.

"Maybe. SO HERE. Have another~!"