[shrugs] Well, I’m hungry, for a start. And in the mood for some mischief, maybe a couple of drinks. Or did you want the textbook definition?
Just would rather not be the one responsible for an all out war is all. Some of us have targets on our heads as it is. I would rather not add more.
Felicia pursed her lips, expression almost annoyed as she canted her head to the other side, glancing briefly at the man before looking back to the woman, “So, what do you think of her dress?” It really was ugly, to her at least. The colours were garish, the pattern unflattering, she looked more like a remnant of the eighties, and not the kind that made you nostalgic.
She took a sip of her drink, humming thoughtfully, “At least her shoes are nice…so she has some idea of what looks good.. though I guess it doesn’t extend beyond accessories..”
Loki glanced over to the woman in question and tilted his head slightly. Okay so it wasn’t all that amazing, but it also wasn’t quite as bad as he was expecting by this woman’s reaction to it.
"Well, I would not wear it," he smirked and sat back, crossing one leg over the other as he looked her over. "You seem so offended by this dress."
Felicia sighed as she relaxed in the lounge chair in the corner of the Dal, a martini in one hand. She idly watched the bars patrons talk, dance (poorly) and drink, but there was still a distinct divide in the room. Dark fae keeping with dark, light with light, even though this was a neutral zone. Yes, the dark and the light had their own separate bars but you couldn’t deny the fact that the Dal, even during times of impending war, was the place to go.
She was dressed to the nines, as she always was, even in her time off and canted her head to the side, eyes narrowing on a woman in the distance, “Gods, that woman’s dress is hideous.”
Loki sat alone, mostly just watching everyone else. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he had been on higher alert lately. Rumours of Thor in the area, Loki knew he was after him. While he knew he could hold his own against the human, it was more a matter of others. Were there any paranoid enough to give the man over in exchange for life? He had no desire to be ambushed by a coward.
His eye’s shifted to the woman near by at her comment and raised an eyebrow. “Depends on your tastes,” He placed his glass to his lips, taking a drag of it’s contents. His lips curled slightly as he looked down into his cup before discarding it to the table beside him.
With a small pleasurable hum of the sensation of his hair being played with Fandral grinned back, “glad to hear.” The bleat didn’t go unnoticed, the quirk of the man’s eyebrow as he peered around the couch soon turned into an aghast expression as he caught sight of the customised Christmas themed antlers trotting by with the fabric in tow. “My shirt!” Abruptly pushing Loki off of him, the warrior was quick to roll forwards onto his feet, years of training and experience in swiftly jumping into action clearly showing…although he doubted very much that his comrades back on Asgard would approve of the sight of his reddened buttocks from the recent friction with the rug.
He chased the animal, side-stepping and lunging as it spun circles around him on nimble hooves. Finally cornering Mikkel, Fandral roughly grabbed a hold of the shirt; the goat was stubborn, tightly clutching onto the material with its teeth until the warrior eventually placed a hand over its eyes to confuse it into opening it’s jaw. Holding the shirt up with very visible holes letting the light through, the man grumbled and shot Loki a less than pleased look. “It’s ruined. It was one of his favourites…”
Loki fell on his ass with a small hiss as Fandral got up so quickly, he was a little sore after all. To which he promptly rolled over onto his side to watch the little tug of war in progress. He bit his lip trying not to laugh at the sight of Fandral trying to wrestle the shirt from the little goat but gave the man a sympathetic look.
"Sorry… We got a little side tracked and I uh… forgot to mention he has a tendency to do that to clothing laying around. I have lost many articles of clothing that way…" Loki laid the side of his head on the floor, not really wanting to get up. "The fact wasn’t exactly at the front of my mind… I’ll get you a new one."
Loki extended a hand and Mikkel came trotting over to head butt his open palm. ”You little brat,” Loki shook his head biting back a smirk.