[spoiler]http://i0.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/facebook/000/205/251/hansenlol.jpg[/spoiler] [i]And when Victoria said that, Helena's plans to ditch her became about twenty times more definite, because while she wasn't exactly chaste, she didn't want to follow in the footsteps of Kevin Spacey. Lord, she could already hear Chris Hansen offering her a seat. As such, she only slowly blinked in response, looking rather blankly at the young lady before her attention shifted back to the bar with a soft mutter under her breath. She lightly started tapping on the bar, a quick glance at the tender getting her a refill.[/i] "I could've hap'ly lived 'nother eighty years without ever learnin' that. Gods, 'n they've been twitchin' since m'fuсkin' helmet came off..."

"Mhmm!" Victoria giggled, wrapping an arm around Helena's shoulders. "Like I said, they twitch a lot. Did I say that? I dunno..."

[i]And now, the temptation to shoot Victoria was there, too. Helena had plenty of guns perfectly in reach, so grabbing one wouldn't be an issue, but...[/i] "Get the fuсk off of me, kid." [i]That worked.[/i]

"Oh? Sorry!" She giggled, letting go of Helena. "Didn't mean to piss ya off, honey! Hey, can I get another round, bartender!"

"Gods, this was a mistake," [i]Hel murmured beneath her breath, though she nonetheless got herself another drink, both her and Vic getting their refill at the same time.[/i] "I'm not takin' ya home, FYI." [i]Probably was gonna ditch her, really. Definitely, actually.[/i]

"That's okay! I drunk better when I'm fly!" The winged girl downed the whole drink before stumbling out of her seat and crashing to the floor. She got up and walked to the door.