The dark and twisty type, huh? Frankly, she supposed it describe her far more than the kitten would have liked to admit. With her own past quite literally haunting her at times, escape into the oblivion of a glass was rarely an option allowed to her. It was that very consideration of the history that stalked her that prompted the girl to consider utilizing the ghosts that haunted her for her own personal gain - particularly in further perturbing the man across from her. Unfortunately for Serafina, in her inebriated state, her affinities were hardly quite as keen as they might have otherwise been, her possession instead resulting in the appearance of every single apparition in her present location. The screams that echoed through the bar immediately caused her grey tinged gaze to flutter open, an almost bashful look crossed her features and yet, it was fleeting in the wake of the intrigue that Christian provided her. The last thing Serafina had anticipated was to discover the ghost that was haunting him was his teacher as a child, the woman's almost haunting stare seemed to penetrate through his very bones. She watched as he forced his gaze away from the woman who had fretted over him in the afterlife enough to abandon the pearly gates, only to hide behind the humor he so readily employed.

As it was, the young witch was not nearly as certain of her abilities now to put those ghosts back into the unseen world. It was almost immediate, the way the girl darted upwards to grab his wrist and all but pull him from the bar as he grabbed for his drink. The very beverage was gone from his hand by the time the pair stumbled onto the streets, Christian quite near falling into the wall only to send Serafina colliding into him. That giggle upon her lips caused her petite figure to move and yet, for once, the witch had hardly considering how such an action might prompt a reaction within him. In fact, it wasn't until that groan upon his lips that the female realized exactly the effects she had caused upon him. She could hardly help the smug simper that crossed her features as she looked up at him, her hand pressing lightly against the man's chest. "Awww, Christian." She muttered, one long finger of her free hand slowly rose to lightly tap upon the man's nose. "Dooo youuu likkkkeeee meeeee?" She inquired, drawing her voice out in an almost childish nature, only to giggle at herself all over again. The liquor that ran so thickly through her veins had all but obliterate whatever inhibitions usually existed, bringing to life a mischievousness that was often rare in the overly sardonic woman.

Fortunately for him, Serafina's attention was quick to deviate to the very suggestion of bar hopping. After all, he clearly wanted to get even more wasted and her ghosts, as far as she was concerned, clearly held their benefits in assisting free drinks - or so she had thought. It wasn't until Christian admitted the bar had his debit card that her smirk faltered. "Well, why did you go and do that?!" She declared, all but turning on her heels with a scowl. Serafina had considered, temporarily, going back for it but Christian hardly seemed bothered and so, with a brief glimpse of indecision, she reached out for his wrist, dragging him behind her with each swaying step towards the very next bar she could find. She was oblivious to the man's adjustment of his pants, at least until he called out half-heartedly, causing her gaze to glance over her shoulder at him.

She paused in mid-step, letting the man catch up before she dropped his wrist to loop her arm within the crook of his. A small frown crossed her features before she shook her head ever so slightly at his inquiry. "That....that's like...nec...necro...necromancy." She stated, her words slurring as she tried to find them. "I'm like...a Ghost Whisperer or some shit. Just plain old possession." Serafina paused, a rueful grin on her features. "But...make half your coven po...ssessed and we can just....like...watch them all kill each other. Or I could like turn them into my puppets. Or there's my other army." She brought her finger to her lips, clearly indicating it was a secret. After all, Azrael, she was certain, was more than capable of bringing about the end of that coven. He kept going on and on about how much he despised the new commander of the Hunter Cavalry. If the Hunters had a whole army, surely her boyfriend only had to give them a target and off they went - right?!

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