Xaviers!

"That's why we drink until they look wise," Tereza smirks.

"I've been having a good time of hitting things, lately. Believe me, it's cathartic."

"Yes, perhaps things, but not you two. That would be...stupid and death inviting. I am...hurt...angry, not suicidal."

"...what do you think I really want to do to you?" She frowns.

Tereza leans back, waiting to see that answer to this question as she takes another drink.

"Nothing, absolutely nothing. In fact, I think you have little to no regard for me whatsoever." She give a dismissive shrug. "What is done, is done. It is no longer an issue."

"Well you keep talking about fighting me as if I'm out for blood. I'm not. I don't want to hurt you."

"You are not, but I am...at least I was a glass ago...and you may not want to hurt me but you already have. You both of you. You have had months to grieve and heal and....be...together." She waved her hand in their general direction.

"For months I obeyed and followed orders, all under the impression that I would find a way to return to her. Instead I have returned to find I have nothing and have had nothing for weeks. No wonder they stopped tormenting me, nothing they could do would have be as painful as this...and now I wish to cry." She instead scowled at her glass before downing it.

Tereza's wolf was starting to turn protective, even though there was really nothing she could do to protect Vivienne, the sensation was probably still ringing to Sam.

"Who I want to hurt are the bastards that did this to you."

"Oh yes. That is one thing I have no conflicting emotions about." She actually smiled.

"See, we can agree on some things," Tereza says, picking up some of the glasses to take back to the bar.

"And that's the big thing I really like about you. I love your fire, even when it's directed at me."

"I am madder then hell at you, but I do not hate you. You are...like an oncoming storm, raw strength and power, I fear and respect you. Who would not stand in awe of you if they could see what I see?"

"You don't... need to butter me up."

"I didn't mean to take her from you. I don't mean to keep you from her, or drive you away."

"There's..." she lets out a long breath. "There's room for you, here."

Across the room, Tereza seems to be having a discussion with the bartender, though Sam's aware that she's secretly still listening.

"It is not flattery, but fact. I see the ravens, I choose to believe you are her's or are in fact, her."

She finishes the last glass closest to herself.

"I am here."

"I more mean you don't... have to be alone, and all."

Vivienne seemed a little unfocused. "I am not alone. Gemmalara is at my side, though I am still dubious of her true allegiances and you have give word to aid me."

"...okay, maybe this isn't the best time to bring this up."

"She's hitting on you, sweetheart," Tereza 'helpfully' says to Vivienne, returning to the table with some glasses of water.

"I wasn't hitting on her," Sam protests.

"I'm just lousy at this."

Vivienne looked at Sam then Tereza and back to Sam again. Her brain seemed to have skipped a track or two before she suddenly began to laugh.

"Forgive me...but I believe I have reach sufficient levels of inebriation for the evening. I would be willing to bet a great sum that you just attempted to proposition me, in front of your...girlfriend."

"Well that'd be a bad thing if I hadn't talked it over with her, wouldn't it?"

"And as I'm not currently growling at her, it would be safe to assume we have discussed it."

She stared at them and blinked. "Ah...right...Yes, I do believe that a portion of my brain is too intoxicated to process this properly." She actually pulled out a list from a pocket and made a note a long the side.

"I do not feel confident that I will be capable of addressing this appropriately at present. Now, I believe copious amounts of greasy and sugary foods is customary."

"...okay, that was kind of cute."

"I'll get us some food," Tereza says with a chuckle, "Drink the water, Viv."

"I was not attempting to be...cute. Recent past experience simply shows that when I allow my fey nature to drive during...intimate topics, people become insulted. If nothing else, I can learn from my mistakes...though it may take me a while to even realize the mistake made was indeed mine."

"No, I just think it's cute that you're three sheets to the wind and still overanalyzing things."

"You were right that this probably isn't the best time, so pub food it is."

Tereza nods and heads off to find them some food. Werewolves hunt the best game after all, even if it is the wild buffalo wings or the dangerous predatory chips.

She returns in short order with a small selection, "Best I could do under the circumstances, but it helps to know a guy."

"Pretty sure pub food is more than acceptable if you drink enough."

"I believe I have done just that, but if you truly wish to continue the conversation I can comply, just be forewarned my responses may be...distant." She looked over the food choices and chose something fried and covered in a red sauce.

Tereza reaches over and pushes one of the water glasses closer to Vivienne, "Drink the water, Viv. The three of us can always talk about the other stuff later."

"I'm not complaining, here. Don't worry."

Vivienne was a little skeptical of Tereza's insistence on her drinking water, at least until she ate the sauce covered fried food. She quickly grabbed the tall glass and downed it's contents.

"A little warning next time perhaps!"

"That's not why I'm telling you to drink the water. Dip it in this stuff, it'll help. The water will make for a better morning."

"So will the hot sauce," she chuckles.

"I had intended on spending time in the steam room after this." She eyed the white sauce with suspicion before taking the advice.

"Strange...and less painful this time. Sound advice."

"I would still drink plenty of water if I were you. Hangovers are awful things."