“To survive in a world like this, certainly.” The wild huntress understood well the way the world works. “Sure! Works for me.” She agreed on their starting round with the cheeriest tone she could muster. They called over the bartender to get their drinks & waited to be served.

“You really are somethin' else.” A light snicker escaped past her lips. Honestly? Fang had high reverence for how Aranea would handle things & her principles. Upon their arrival, they were both seated in a comfortable booth. “What are you in the mood for? Hm?”

“You should've just given him the boot.” Shaking her head in disapproval of the whole situation,hse later shrugs her shoulders, unable to do much about what's been already done. She somewhat admired her friend, still. “It would be a pleasure.” The brunette took her offer, ofc.

“That old fox is up your ass? Sheesh.” She shook her head in disappointment. “I'm glad you finally escaped his clutches. Even if for a lil while.” The tanned woman perked up whence hearing her suggestion. “I'll definitely take you up on that, darling. Sounds like fun.”

“Gimme a break.” She laughs nervously. “Havin' dreams is normal. Not like I was in control or it were a lucid dream or anything.” More nervous chuckling. Look at the great huntress unable to hide her tracks well right now. “You've been gone for too long. Was wonderin about ya.”

Indeed, it was. “Aranea!” Shoots the fellow badass an inviting warm smile. She inches closer to give another poke at her, just to make sure she wasn't dreaming of her this time. “Seems like you're not a dream, this time. Phew.” Fang lets out a sigh of relief.

Pokes.

She sounds bored.