I've been working on a cocktail called grounds for divorce

vervain Vai didn't try to hide her amusement at both the respect towards the Rathskeller's resident feline or the apparent heebie jeebies caused by the wine spiders. Edrei certainly was a character, she was coming to learn, and it was wholly in keeping with what she wanted for the tavern. She had no doubt that her new bartender would cause as much trouble as she did work, but that was fine with Vai. The teenager had a way with words and undoubtedly a way with people. Punters would love her, the former huntress raising her glass as Edy spun about to refill their drinks-- And promptly fell on her ass. If it wasn't so completely obvious that the other woman was hurt, Vervain would have burst out laughing (wasn't that the only appropriate response when someone said hello to the floor?). Instead, she schooled her humour and quickly stepped across to Edy, arching an eyebrow at the floor as if wondering how in five hells something had been spilled when they were barely open. "Hey, are you... a... whoa." She couldn't describe how it felt to have her life force eaten away, only that she thoroughly didn't enjoy it and she intuitively knew that Edrei was responsible. "Stop - just stop what you're doing." Vai held up her hands, already feeling dizzy and slumping to sit on one of the bar stools.