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Kaelas once again appears at the doorway. Apparently the Lady's room is now a semi-permanent portal here. He'll have to ask Ladvarian to talk to Saetan about that later. Maybe Daemon has something to do with it. But since he's here, he might as well watch the Humans. He jumps back up to the Rafters.

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She blinks as she sees the tiger (another exotic animal she's never seen) enter and leap into the rafters.

[OOC]Forgive me if I'm wrong (and it may be that I now have an avatar) but I think Death already met Kaelas. Big fight with Yrael[/OOC]

(ooc: Different person. That was Death, this is Lady Death.)

[OOC]Whoops, my mistake. Sorry.[/OOC]

*The white-haired person at the bar, dressed in all white, watches the large cat in the rafters.*

The large cat in the rafters eyes the man-in-white, then continues to watch the others in the bar.

*Yrael sees the cat eye him, but sees no recognition in the gaze. This piques Yrael's curiosity. Yrael tosses a wadded-up napkin at the cat hiding in the rafters, hitting it on the large, flat, tiger-like nose.*

Kaelas's head does the all-too-well-known shake that cats invariably do when they have been hit on the nose by wads of napkin. His gaze returns to Yrael, and sees the green eyes. He nimbly jumps down from the rafters and pads over to him.

*You have my attention, not-kitten.*

*Yrael sips his drink, an Atomic Cat, and looks wryly disappointed.*

Forgotten my name already, have you?

Kaelas eyes the drink, momentarily distracted by it.

*Not at all. I rarely refer to humans by their human names. They rarely make sense. However I can call you by your given name if that is what you prefer, Yrael.*

Indeed I prefer it, and it would be well for you if you would call me Yrael. Though, if you were to call me by my given name, you would have to call me something different each time we meet. I have had many names given to me.

But yes, call me by my name. I am not one of the patrons here who are human.

*Yrael's green eyes catch Kaelas' glance at the drink.*

Would you like something to drink?

Kaelas looks at him. *I have often wondered how it is that Humans do not prefer to drink water. I have never myself tried one of their drinks. Perhaps now would be a good time to try one.*

From that I take it you have not ordered a drink here yet. First drink is free, house tradition. After that you have a tab to pay.

Bar, a White Russian, if you will. In a saucer.

*The drink appears.*

Kaelas sniffs the drink, then laps a little up. His throat tingles a little.

*Interesting. Water that tastes like fire.*

*Yrael gives the cat a Look.*

Not every liquid that is drinkable is water. I hope you know that, at least.

(ooc: White Russians don't burn. The milk cuts it.)

Kaelas looks up.

*Yes, I understand that. But I do not know what this type of drink is called. So I call it by something I can understand.*

[OOC]Huh. Didn't know that. I'll have to reccommend it to my housemates.[/OOC]

*Yrael looks down at the cat, raising an eyebrow.*

You will want to be more observant in the future. I named the drink when I ordered it for you.

Kaelas nods.

*So that was what that was. White Russian. Are there other flavors of White Russians?*

[OOC]Slowtime? I'm exhausted.[/OOC]

*Yrael sighs at the unlearned cat.*

There are many other drinks. The White Russian is merely one of them.

(ooc: *grins* Obviously. *presses slowtime button*)

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