a toast, then, to mayhem and worse;

It was peaceful in the hookah bar, up until a certain point. Then, there was a slight hush, before the patrons had a reason for it, like animals that knew on instinct that something was on its way. A few heads turned when there was a scuffle at the door, a startle when the sound of a deep thump was thrown against the outside wall along with the groan of someone sliding bonelessly to the ground.

The door burst open, and in strode Lasair, dusting her hands as if she'd just taken out the rubbage. A glance over the patrons who tensely stared back at her brought a smile to her lips as Hazaiah bowed his head under the low door frame and stood behind her, intimidating when she didn't necessarily need the help.

"Witchfinders," She explained with a fanged smile. "Who needs them, hm?"

The tension broke somewhat, or perhaps fractured was a better word, as a few sighed and went back to their pipes, and some became riled at the violence at the door. Lesser still stared a little too hard as she strode in, and as she made a beeline for Aleister, Hazaiah stayed by the door, closing it with a silent and ominous click as he made eye contact with those interested few.

"Aleister, darling! It's been an age!" She exclaimed, satisfied with her entrance as she pressed two kisses to either side of his mask, then sat across from him at his low little table with an excited gleam in her red eyes. "How has Faline been keeping you since that little tea we had? Set any fires lately? Seduce any tax men?"

She leaned over and snatched the pipe from its hook, waving it slightly with an arch of her brow. "I heard you were shot, of all things. I do hope you shot back, at the very least."

As she brought the pipe to her lips, she glanced over the hookah den, more interested in the decor than the patrons. It was simple enough, with wooden furniture (lacking in carvings or elaborate decor, a pity), with the accents being copper lamps and teal rugs from Siregal draping down the walls. She blew a ring of blue smoke up into the air - the room was nice enough, but would look so much better in red.

"Oh," She said, as if she'd forget, "And did you bring it, by the by?"