The brunette stood, tapping her foot nervously to the rhythm of the music she could here booming inside of the bar that was standing in front of her as the bouncer held her (fake) ID and checked it, glancing at her and back at it. He handed her the ID and gestured to the door behind him, she took it back and smiled at him, attempting to look calm as she strolled past him inside the bar and stowed the bar. She wasn't stupid, and she was an empath, she could tell he was suspicious but let her in anyway...

Shrugging off the nerves that she'd been feeling she stepped inside, immediately struck by the intensity of the people's feelings around her. Alcohol definitely seemed to amplify feelings, or was it just the lowering of inhibitions? She didn't know. She didn't particularly care either. Since coming to New York, one of the best ways to alleviate headaches that she was now prone to was getting plastered in the bars, when she could get in that was.

The brunette was clad in a black leather jacket, torn looking skinny jeans and a black top with a listing of metal bands from a UK festival she'd once been to with her mother and one of her boyfriends. Emily glanced around the trying to gauge how people felt. It was a good way to work out which people to avoid, who was likely to get far too physical, who might be a really really annoying giddy drunk ect.

After taking a minute or two scanning the room, trying to sort through the mess that was slowly contributing to her headache before freezing on another girl. She tried to focus on the girl as at first, she thought all she was feeling was herself and not picking up much from the ragged looking teenager.

It took her embarrassingly long to work out that it was the other teen's emotions, not Emily's. It wasn't quite the same as the her own. If Emily's typical emotions were a mixture of low level frustration, anger and such. This girl's were a similar mixture... but almost as if the feelings were being shouted at Emily, conveying that they were stronger than her own. Emily spent a few seconds studying the other girl, watching the way the bar was eyed, as if trying to gauge which bartender was most likely to serve her. She smirked and approached.

"Trying to work out who you can get served by?" the Brit asked, her accent sounding distinctly out of place in the bar, if a little playful.

Why were bartenders always so extreme about their age limits?

This was what, the third one that had refused to serve her? It was getting immensely frustrating, and she was sick of being refused at the bar, and she was sick of being laughed at by the people working there.

The young teen donned one of her favourite poofy black dresses, an absurd pair of stilettos, and some over-the-top back jewelry she had found (and not paid for) in a little shop in Soho. She had managed to sneak in through an open window on one of the top floors of the building - a trick she had used before on occasion. However, as soon as she opened her mouth to ask for a drink, she had been cut off.

"Sorry, sweetheart. There's no way you're twenty-one. I don't know how you got in, exactly, but you're not getting a drink." The bartender was a young woman with a face full of piercings and both arms full of tattoos. She gave Astrid a sickening smile, obviously attempting to convey that she was understanding, but still firm on her stance.

Astrid narrowed her eyes at the woman and pursed her lips. Her voice was filled with distain as she spoke, "I getting the drinks now, or bad things are happen."

The woman simply laughed her off and went back to cleaning glasses.

Astrid fumed, but didn't attack. She had learned the last time she had attempted something like this that she would need a better plan than 'attack'. Bouncers could be difficult, especially ones of the mutant variety.

So, she retreated to a nearby table and glared at the bar, trying to figure out what to do. Then, enter little miss cutesy I'm-trying-to-be-alternative-but-it's-obvious-I-have-money-and-nothing-to-complain-about.

>>"Trying to work out who you can get served by?"

Good god, she was even a Brit. Astrid rolled her eyes, though it was difficult to tell, and glared at the slightly older girl. "No. Go way." She even laid on the French so that the other girl would be able to get a sense of what she was dealing with. Astrid was not in the mood to deal with a wannabe punk Brit, especially not when she was trying to figure out a plan.

Emily was focusing on the other girl's emotions more than anything else, as the other girl reacted to her she found herself wondering if the sudden flair of annoyance was because she was being talked to, the person was a woman, or the person was English. She didn't tend to pay too much attention to people's body language or words so much when she talked to them anymore, those things were easy enough to fake, but your innermost feelings were not. 

As the other teen spoke Emily had to suppress the urge to laugh. She had dealt with French people before, she'd come across them when her Dad was doing business, and so many of their kids tended to be snooty little rich bitches, who turned down their nose at anyone they didn't think fitted their standards of dress and that. Though on reflection, maybe that was less the fact that they were French, and more their class and parentage. 

She did feel a smirk hit her lips, and quirked an eyebrow. Emily had been to a public school for most of her life, she knew the sterotypes and such that those kids through at France, and she had to supress the urge to throw them into the conversation. "Your stunning charisma is obviously going to get you far in trying to get you a drink." She tried not to put too much sarcastic venom into her voice. "Is this your natural level of sass, or just a result of failing to get served too many times?" 

The girl was absolutely insufferable. Astrid didn't even try to keep her face from showing her absolute disgust over the fact that the girl was speaking to her. Did she not understand that Astrid had just told her to go away? Perhaps she was just as stupid as she was annoying.

She tried to pretend that she had understood all of the girl's words, but she definitely had not. Most of them had made no sense, actually. Instead of getting things clarified, she just started talking back.

"Go way, stupid, or bad things happen you too. Allez-vous," the last few words were hissed at the girl in the hopes that it would actually make her go away this time, rather than inviting her to open her mouth yet again. Hopefully the french would throw her off a little bit too. 

Black eyes fell on the girl and glared instead of rolled. Then, Astrid left the table wearing a sour expression. Maybe she just wouldn't take the time to plan anything if it meant that she would have to converse with disgusting Brits. 

Emily smirked at the bratty girl. She certainly didn't understand the way the world worked if she thought she was going to get far just being rude to everyone. (Hey, Emily was aloud to be a hypocrite) especially in a bar where pretty eyes and smoothness was the key to getting what you wanted. The brunette's smirk widened into a further, more playful one with the other girl. At least she wasn't a pushover, that made her even more interesting. 

She visibly stifled a laugh. "Your feelings seemed less insufferable than everyone else's in here, I thought you might be more fun to drink with, but if you're simply content with being a lonely, bored *****, be my guest~" She turned and strolled over to the bar, forcing confidence into her body language. It was much easier if you made sure you didn't look in the slightest nervous when you did this kind of thing. 

Emily gave a young male bartender her most enchanting (forced) smile and ordered a double vodka with cola, handing over a note she'd already readied as he came back with the drink. She made some friendly comments, not trying to actually engage in a conversation, just trying to appear more comfortable, before she slipped away from the bar, picking up her id and stuffing it back into her pocket, sliding into a corner and shutting her eyes for a moment, trying to focus on the music more than the room of drunk idiots. 

The horrible girl waltzed over to the bar and got herself a drink. Seriously. She just went over and got one. How did she do that? She wasn't any better than Astrid, so allowed her to get a drink?

Astrid huffed and growled under her breath, forcing herself not to throw a hissy fit. She was just going to have to get a drink. Obviously it was possible, since the other girl had just gotten one. But what did she do differently?

The young teen rest her elbow on the table and narrowed her eyes at the Brit. She was going to copy exactly what she had done, right down to the little bits of conversation peppered in.

She strolled up to the same male bartender and batted her eyelashes at him. "Drink, please," she told him in the sweetest voice she could muster. The sound of her own voice in her ears was like nails on a chalkboard. It was disgusting. She would probably have to gargle afterwards.

The bartender took the same approach as his female coworker. He laughed at her. "Nice try, sweetheart. I'm not stupid."

"Please? No I.D. from France," she tried again, even managing to smile at him.

"No, sorry love."

Astrid let out a low scream, closed her eyes, and balled her fists. This was not okay. She stepped up on the bar and glared at the people around her, trying to decide to hurt first. 

Emily watched the other girl out of the corner of her eye approach the bar and fail once again, to get a drink. She had to do her best to avoid smiling at it. Taking a long gulp from the drink she nearly gagged. It was pretty strong, she still wasn't used to strong spirits and the burn they left in her throat. She decided to take a few smaller gulps to try and lessen the burning. She watched the girl stalk around the room a little. 

The British teen wondered why she was so intent on getting a drink, some people did it for various reasons, but in her case it was just to try and drown out all of the people that were swimming around in her head. 

"Why are you so intent on getting drunk anyway?" Emily asked the girl as she looked around the room, completely ignoring her malicious intent as she downed the rest of her drink in one, choking on it a little. 

Astrid continued to glared down at the crowd, who were all giving her a variety of looks. Some seemed amused, some were too drunk to care, some were annoyed, and there were even a few that looked scared. She liked the scared ones best.

She smirked down at the stares and shifted her wings, ready to aim and shoot.

"Why are you so intent on getting drunk anyway?"

Valkyrie's shoulders slumped and she let out a throaty, "uggghhhh," as she moved her glare to the ceiling. It was almost as if the girl had a some sort of wish to get herself killed. It was working, though, as she had just bumped herself up to first place on Astrid's list.

She rolled her shoulders and looked back at the girl. "So not dealing with you," Astrid replied back in her sassiest voice and shot off the bottom row of her crystals. 

Emily felt the frustration building in the other girl. It was like poking a bear, and gradually hearing it's growl get worse, she was lightly amused by it, thinking about getting another drink to make the emotions swimming all over her head feel better, she could already feel a little buzz from what she'd had to drink to start with. She wasn't all that big as a person, and she hadn't quite worked out what her limits were with that either.

Emily felt the flash of directed rage before she saw what was coming next, she instinctively ducked her head towards the table as something sharp and glistening flew past and clipped her arm and cheek.

Emily took a moment to realise what had happened, reaching up to feel her cheek. There as such a mix of feelings around her, for a moment she was confused, then frustrated and finally her own emotions transitioned into anger. Why the hell would the other girl actually attack her? She hadn't sad anything particularly provoking, not yet anyway. Her voice came out dripping with venom this time. "You know what's funny? I was going to offer to buy you a drink."

She wiped her cheek and slowly stood, intending to walk towards the bathroom as two of the bouncers in one of the corners pointed towards the area, at the crystals embedded near Emily's seat. "I'm not surpised someone as ill tempered as you can't get served." She shot as she stalked towards the bathroom to clean up her face and arm.

The girl was clearly devoid of all brain function. There was no other way of explaining why on earth she would continue to insult the girl standing on the bar throwing sharp objects. She had managed to hit her with two of the crystals, but only grazes. There was nothing as drastic as she had hoped for.

Astrid continued her throaty groan and stomped her way across the bar. Bouncers were coming toward her, but she didn't care. A big bald one came at her with arms outstretched, clearly about to pick her up and put her on the ground like her weighed nothing.

That was definitely not going to happen. Astrid plucked a crystal off of a row and shoved it at him, not paying attention to where it went. He wasn't important.

There was a chorus of gasps as the bouncer made a strangled noise and stepped back. He fell into the crowd which accepted him gladly, glaring at the girl who had just caused the trouble.

Drunk on the sudden spike in adrenaline, Astrid tried to lean back and grab a glass from the stacks behind the counter. However, the added weight of her crystal wings and the lack of balance given by her stilletos prevented her from doing so well. She fell backwards into the mirror and stacks of glasses that lined the back of the bar, able to do nothing to stop herself. 

Normally, being inside the bathroom of a bar playing loud music would mean that you couldn't tell what was going on outside, Emily on the other hand wasn't so lucky. It wasn't just the anger from the girl anymore, there was the feelings of what appeared to be a shocked crowd. Emily gripped her head and gave off an exasperated sigh, tightening her grip for a moment before applying cold water to her face, trying to clean off the cute she had, and hoping the cold water would help with the emotions.

The arrival of a sudden crash made her grimace. She kicked one of the stalls in the bathroom and growled in frustration. "Stupid ass**** person." She muttered to nobody in particular.

The girl causing more trouble around the bar and breaking things was going to mean that police would get involved, she was here on a fake ID, she now had to find somewhere else to get a drink. This night was just sucking more and more by the minute. Emily leaned against one of the stalls, letting out an exasperated sigh and massaging her temples, waiting in there a couple of minutes to see if the commotion died down.

Astrid's face was flushed as she tried to remove herself from where she had fallen behind the bar. Her wings had somehow managed to get themselves stuck in things, so she had to change forms, which also helped her a great deal with being less weighed down.

She flapped her wings a couple of times and was able to get back on her feet with only a gash running down her arm to show for her mishap. She glanced around the bar, trying to act like nothing had just happened.

She wasn't about to fool anyone, though, the entire bar was nearly silent. It was sort of eerie, with everyone just standing and watching her in a place that was supposed to be lively and loud. Astrid huffed and met some eyes around the room in a futile attempt to intimidate them.

In the very least, the stupid girl didn't seem to be in the crowd. 

She retook her position on the counter and silently dared someone to try to do something. If anyone moved, there was going to be more blood.