kill me in five bites or less {open}

[Mordred Le Fey]

"The second option sounds much more fun, let's go with that one." He grinned at her. "Plus, to look at you I think 'delicate sensibilities' might be a stretch. Not that I'm complaining."

He raised his eyebrow, a grin on his face as she mentioned 'a few' tattoos. "I'd love to hear more about them." He bobbed his eyebrows a couple of times with a grin, the straw of his drink between his teeth.

He watched as she fed Satan, who then jumped back onto the table and headed straight over to Cal, sitting by her arm and tilting his head as he looked at her. He reached out a paw and tapped her arm lightly, clearly begging, and Mordred raised his eyebrows. "Little traitor!" He laughed as he watched the kitten. "Way too easily bought, we'll have to work on that, cat."

Shaking his head, he left Satan there, just keeping a watchful eye on him in case he wandered too far. "So, Mummy and Mummy, huh. And the heir to a throne. My, my, princess, aren't you just full of surprises." He picked up his burger, taking a bite and letting his eyes wander a little again. "I've met a lot of princesses, but I've gotta say I've never met one like you before."

[Cal Karnstein]

"I'm sure you'd love to know all about what's on my body," she said, popping a fry into her mouth. "But you're going to have to wait till after we eat. Also not sure the cat can join in," she chuckled as Satan walked over to her. "oh, alright. Can't resist a beggar," she slid another small bit of bacon, breaking off a little piece of it and leaving it for the cat to nibble on while she took a bite of her own.

Cal had been raised around Uncle Olaf, a kid sister, and... whatever you considered Blossom (or whatever he was calling himself now, John Snow? He did know nothing). She knew how to handle small creatures that were more adorable than annoying.

"I've got two queens for mums," she pointed out, "I was bound to turn out to be a pretty nonstandard princess. Speaking of mums, not a huge fan of pointing out the royal thing. I do use their card, but I've been mostly paying it off myself," she paused, realizing she was defending it, then shrugged. "Guess it's still a part of me though. Doesn't mean I'm planning on taking the throne. Thank God for cousins."

She took another bite of her burger, making more pleasure noises as the flavor filled her mouth. "Ok, i take it back, you can have me right on this table so long as I get to keep eating."

[Mordred Le Fey]

"I have no problem waiting. Love a bit of anticipation." He grinned, winking at her. Watching as she fed the cat, he couldn't help but smile indulgently. He wished he'd got the cat ages ago - turned out Satan was the best wingman he'd ever had. Shame he was doing the whole 'new man' thing.

He grinned, eating a couple of fries. "Nonstandard princesses are the best kind, I find. Much more interesting than your bogstandard princess." He raised an eyebrow at her wonderingly. "Why wouldn't you take the throne? Thrones equal power, who wouldn't want that?" Mordred certainly would - allow maybe that was just his mother's legacy still living inside him.

"Oh now there's an offer it's damn hard to refuse." He muttered with a grin, his eyes darkening slightly as he shifted in his seat. "I wouldn't want to traumatise Satan here though."

[Cal Karnstein]

Cal's head bobbed in agreement: nonstandards definitely were the best kind. "Sometimes bog-standard ones can be fun. And I don't want the throne because I don't want to be queen. I want to be Cal Karnstein,' she replied, shrugging slightly. As far as Cal was concerned that was explanation enough for the situation and circumstances; someone who grew up around royalty was bound to pick up on some of the subtleties of what she meant without her having to get too much into detail.

"Please,' she said, adding a slight snort. She reached up, laying a bit more bacon out for Satan to nibble on. "This cat? he's seen some shit. Those are the hungry eyes of a veteran, right there. He's probably an ex-witch's cat or some shapeshifter," Cal took another bite, letting a bit of sauce drip down out of her mouth, kind of like off-colored blood. Her tongue snaked to slurp it in.

"Who is she?" Cal asked them, grinning slyly as she met his gaze. "Or he, but I'm thinking she."

[Mordred Le Fey]

"Can't you be Cal Karnstein - that's a hell of a mouthful, by the way - and be a queen?" He asked, taking a bite of his burger. Mordred would never understand anyone who willingly gave up power - it was something he had found himself craving from a fairly young age, and a craving that had grown the older he'd got. He was nowhere near the throne back in Camelot, no where near any kind of power, and it had always bothered him.

Laughing as she fed Satan again, Mordred shook his head. "No way. He's innocent, and I intend to keep it that way. For now at least." He grinned, winking at Cal. "No witches in his past, he hasn't met my mother yet." He bobbed his eyebrows at her. "Although living with me he's no stranger to a little magic."

He gave her an innocent look as she asked her question, raising his eyebrows as he took another bite of the burger. "Who's who?" He asked innocently. "No idea what you're talking about."

[Cal Karnstein]

"You think that's a mouthful?" Cal chuckled. "That's the short version," she winked at him. Technically Cal actually had a few titles, and a fair bit of land back in Arendelle, and that wasn't even taking in the very simple fact that Cal's full name wasn't "Cal." She took another bite of the food, eyes flicking to the "innocent" cat.

Oh, so Mordred had magic, did he? Cal's brows lifted slightly at that, but she kept silent on the matter for the time being, simply continuing to eat her food as he worked his way through it. That innocent look had her chuckling. "Sure you don't," she said, taking another bite of her food, pausing to lick her fingers. "Was just giving you an opportunity to talk, Le Fair."

She slid her foot slightly then, moving it around the table. Soon Mordred would feel it rubbing against his leg, trailing steadily upward. "So, you been in Trenale long? Heard good things about the place, but didn't want to show up till I had full control of myself," she grinned as she took another bite of her burger, that foot getting ever closer to its... goal.

[Mordred Le Fey]

“Well, I’m pretty good at getting my tongue around things, what’s the long version?” He asked with a grin. He was more intrigued by this princess by the minute, especially given the fact that she didn’t act like any princess he’d come across before - Well, except maybe Jenny, but he figured at least one of the Gaston offspring had to have inherited some of this genes, at least it was the hot one.

He noted the raise in the eyebrows, but he didn’t say anymore about it when she didn’t. If she wanted to know he’d be happy to demonstrate some of his abilities, but he wasn’t going to show off without prompting. He wasn’t trying to get her in the sack, and he had a feeling that even if he was it would take more than a couple of magic tricks to impress her.

Then again... his eyesbrows raised fractionally as he felt her foot creeping up his leg. He didn’t react initially, continuing to eat the burger, but as her foot made contact with its goal he shifted in his seat, his hand grabbing her foot and holding it still as he looked at her.

“Her name’s Meredith.” He said with a raised eyebrow as he guided her foot back towards the floor before letting go and returning to his burger. “So you’re hot out of luck here, Cal. Sorry to disappoint.” He grinned.

[Cal Karnstein]

"We're not that close yet," replied Cal, flashing a too-toothy smile. It wasn't like she was too put out by being Princess Calpurnia Karnstein, technical heiress to the throne of Arendelle, lady of Styria (debatable how much that last one still stuck). But it was much more fun to let that dangle in front of people until they accidentally stumbled upon it. Heck, Cal didn't even really show off most of her abilities, save for the whole natural grace that she just couldn't hide because have you met her?

Eyebrows rose as a foot did, and Cal felt a hand soon reaching down. The name just made her gin get toothier. "Roger that, Le Fair," she said, saluting him with one of her fries before popping it in her mouth. "Guess there's one thing I won't be eating today. Shame, but hey," she pointed at him with a fry, "good on you for resisting temptation. I'll make sure to tell your Mere-bear about that when I meet her. Which let's face it, will be about five minutes after I've told her how ridiculously hot she is."

a wink, and Cal washed down her current mouthful of food with some drink, smacking her lips. "So, now I know where to get food in this joint," she said, leaning forward. "And clearly I've met the biggest troublemaker in Trenale," she reached over to start scratching Satan's ears. "So maybe one of you can tell me where a girl goes to actually get into some trouble, eh?"

[Mordred Le Fey]

"Resisting temptation is a new and challenging experience for me." Mordred muttered with hint of resignation and disappointment in his voice. Yes, it would be worth it when... if Meredith felt ready to take him back, to give them another chance, but right now, as he let his eyes roam once again at the hot punk chick in front of him, resisting temptation made him pretty sure he was missing out on something pretty incredible. He sighed, finishing off his burger and picking up his drink, a watchful eye on the kitten as he sat cleaning his paws on the table.

He laughed as Satan immediately responded to her scratches, purring and pressing himself against her hand, tail high in the air. "Gods he is such a tart..." He muttered, an indulgent smile on his face before he turned his attention to Cal's question. Drink in hand, straw resting in his mouth, he grinned at her. "Well that very much depends on the kind of trouble a girl wants to get into." He said with a wink. "Tell me what you're looking for, I'll tell you where to find it."

[Cal Karnstein]

"I hear it can be worth it," offered Cal, shrugging. "Seems to work alright for my moms. Me? It'll never take with me. Too much fun giving in right and left. Plus, I'm not sure any one person could keep up with me," she chuckled, tapping the cat again, letting him enjoy himself quite well. She ran her hand all the way down: cats did love her. Partially it was because she seemed about a quarter feline herself, partially the vampire blood, partially because, well, she was just likeable.

"Must have learned that from his papa," she said, bouncing her brows as she looked to Mordred. She reached down and gave the little kitten a few more bits of bacon, before moving to take another bite of her own food, considering his further query.

"Gonna need to find a few joints, really," she admitted. "Play in some... well, play music in some," she tilted her head, "play other things in others. Wouldn't mind knowing where to go to get into a fight. Sometimes that just gets you in the mood, y'know?" She gave him another knowing smile, before sticking a fry into her mouth.

[Mordred Le Fey]

"Maybe you just haven't met the right person yet." Mordred replied with a shrug, watching the cat respond to her attention. "Maybe someone will come along who'll completely change your outlook on everything. Someone you just can't get enough of." His mind drifted for a moment and he went quiet, before catching himself and shaking his head slightly and bringing himself back to the present. "But who'd want that anyway?" He grinned, tossing some fries in his mouth.

He raised his eyebrow at her, somewhat impressed by her requests. Particularly the last one. "Just head down the Exit de Charly if you're looking for a fight." He said with a gesture in the general direction. "Always a rough crowd down there looking for some action. Although, you sure you can handle yourself?" He asked with a smirk. "As for music, there's a couple of places. What d'you play?"

She really was getting more intriguing by the minute.

[Cal Karnstein]

"That sounds like the voice of experience," said Cal, pointing at Mordred with a fry. She soon used it as a bobbing toy for Satan to swing at. "Or the voice of extreme hope. Maybe desperation. Sometimes all three kinda combine into a royal fucking mess though," she shrugged. She had to wonder herself, having seen a few decent relationships herself. Maybe some day. She'd probably last a good few centuries with her bloodline; she'd probably want to settle down in a decade or two, really.

So she had a good idea of where to go for a fight, which had her nodding. "You mean besides sex appeal, emotions, and raw sexuality? 'cuz those are my favorites. I'm gonna guess music...' she paused for a bit before shrugging: "Few kinds. But mostly punk rock, alt stuff. Got a bit of a pop flavor when I get going, since I got a set of pipes on me. Can totally do acoustic sets if it comes to it," she popped another fry into her mouth, considering for a few moments while she enjoyed the flavors assailing her mouth.

[Mordred Le Fey]

Well, she'd hit the nail on the head there. "A royal fucking mess about sums it up." He said with a small shake of his head, as he finished his burger and grabbed his drink, sucking on the straw for a minute. "Combine that with a penchant for self-destruction and I don't even know what you'd call it anymore."

He laughed aloud at her question, shrugging and grinning. Sure, she was confident, but he had a feeling she wasn't exaggerating either. She had an interesting taste in music by the sound of it, and he wondered if she could sing as well as she said. "Well, not being a performer myself I couldn't tell you where the best crowds are, but there's a few places that do open mic nights and shit like that. But the question is, can you sing as well as you say? Give us a song, Cal." He challenged with a grin.

[Cal Karnstein]

"A serial crash and burner," said Cal. She held up a hand, moving it like a car, then let it run into the other, showing off a slight explosion. Wasn't the first time she'd met someone like that; you could make the argument that she qualified herself. Except that she was a bit more of a, well, let's go with stunt driver than anything else.

More info: mostly along the lines of where crowd and mics were. Cal listened, nodding, then had to grin at the last. "Oh, you so didn't! I don't have any music or anything, and I just don't have anything prepared--"

She held up a finger, tapped the napkin for a moment, wiggling a finger for Satan. When she started, she was nearly speaking: "Party girls, don't get drunk, don't feel anything," she looked up, meeting Mordred's gaze. "I push it down, push it down," almost a chant now, sliding toward a song. "I'm the one for a good time, call. Phone's blowing up, ring my doorbell." She wiggled her finger around the cat, then in an almost clear voice: "I feel the love, I feel the love~" Cal took a breath.

She flashed a smile, tapping at the cat, almost rapping: "One two three, one two three, drink. One two three, one two three, drink. One two three, one two three, drink. One two three, one two three drink. Throw 'em back till I lose count~" a beat, then she all but leaned back, blaring, catching attention: "IIIIIIIII'm gonna swiiiiiing, from the chandeeeeeeeeliiiiiiiier~" with nearly perfect, if not outright perfect pitch, and at a volume that was, again, probably catching attention. "From the chandelieeeeeer~" a bit softer, but still on the loud end. "IIIII'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exiiiiist, like it doesn't exiiiiiist. I'm gonna flyyyyyyy like a bird through the niiiiiight. Feel my tears as they dry. I'm gonna swiiiiiing from the chandelier--~" she hesitated, looking to Mordred, smiling, to again almost speak chant; "I'm holding on for dear life."

[Mordred Le Fey]

He gave a rueful chuckle as she made her demonstration, and he reached out and pet the kitten. "A serial crash and burner. I ought to get business cards made up."

Leaning back in his chair as she began to sing, he kept his face expressionless, sucking on the straw and watching her blankly. When she finished, he raised an eyebrow and pulled a thoughtful face, tilting his head slightly and glancing at the cat, who had sat transfixed on her ever since she had started singing. "Not bad." He said nonchalantly with a small shrug. "You've got one fan at least." He grinned nodding towards Satan.

"You are , quite possibly, the most confident person I've ever met though." He said thoughtfully, leaning forward and resting on the table as he put his now empty cup to one side. "And that's saying something, because I know me." He grinned waggling one eyebrow at her. "So what's that all about then? You just like the sound of your own voice, or are you in desperate need of attention?"