Pretty good, but...

Apparently, impending doom tastes like hot cocoa. Every bite is taken with the greatest sense of trepidation, and your hand is shaking so much that your cocoa stirs itself every time you pick up your mug. Terri isn't helping either. Her hand has found it's way onto your leg and she seems to be leaning in closer and closer to you, until you're almost eating off the same plate. "Everything okay with you?" she asks, creeping her fingers up your thigh. "You look a little tense."

"Yep, yep. Everything's fine. Just fine," you answer quickly, downing your cocoa. "Will you excuse me for a minute?" Without waiting for an answer, you get out of your seat and march a little too fast towards the restroom. Locking the door, you splash some water on your face to try and get a grip back on reality, when a hand towel comes in from under you. Your temple starts to throb and you close your eyes, let out a long breath before taking the towel from your purple skinned headache.

"You know, it's rude to leave a girl alone at a table like that," Selas remarks, fluffing up her hair, and cycling through a few colors, before settling on a nice auburn hue. "Who knows what she might be thinking?"

"What did you do to her?" you ask, with an accusatory edge in your tone.

"Oh nothing much. Now if you'll excuse me," she grins. Touching up her lipstick and make up, she gives your reflection a wink and blows it a kiss, before turning away. "There's a couple of cute waiters in the backroom that look like they could be a bit of fun. Don't wait up for me."