Silently, a small figure rounded a corner. Tail brushing against the wall briefly. Ah, eyes like daggers, selective hearing, and a mouth of pure spite. The creature turned out to be a fox, a female fox, a vixen. Her small body soon transferred slowly into a mortal as she gazed about, a vanilla musk clung to her skin, as her pillars rose and fell. When she rounded around corner, approaching the Red Herring, she stopped in her pace, maybe five seconds before someone was thrown out of the bar. Vixen's eyes fluttered to the soul and stifled a laugh at him. He lay, sprawled out, drunk and useless. Her steps lead her into the bar full of men, a handful of women, supposed it was their wives or just plain outcast. Vixen was dressed in black, her under-shirt red, high heels. Ha, she was trying to impression no one, just being Vixen. How she adored to look nice. Stepping in place, the female travelled to a booth.

Gently, she slide in her frame close to the window and was offered anything to drink. She wanted nothing. Vixen shook her head at the blonde-headed woman as she turned and walked away. Honestly, Vixen had no idea what she was doing here. She had no interest in men, never did she want to love again, really. If she fell in love with someone else, she'd take her time, not giving him everything he wanted, just showing that he could take advantage of her, which had been done previously, she would not let it happen again. Vixen tapped the table underneath softly, making a rhythm as she hummed quietly. Her face held a smirk as she glanced about, looking at the cheering men and arguments over simple things.

Vixen's orbs flashed as she fixed her gaze upon one of them. Short black hair, maybe in his middle twenties. She sensed that he wasn't a mortal really, but her fake grin didn't seem to slip away. As he walked toward her, she scratched her neck with short, polished nails. His smile, obviously was lying. He didn't like the men over there, but who did? Vixen's hand returned to the edge of the table as she sighed. Least she wouldn't be rather lonely any more.

"Hmm, i don't like them either." Her voice low and directed at him. BUt a small shrug came along with. Vixen shook her head and moved her hair behind her ears.

ooc// no muse. ._.