[ Mixed signals are this one's middle name. One minute he's full of toothy smiles and in the next, the claws come out. All it takes is a minor act of defiance for J to drop the grin in order to send someone's head rolling in the most literal sense.
Whatever mood the present atmosphere had shifted into, that audible growl cuts through to the center of it and gives even J a momentary pause. That's one formidable gut, if it's capable of spoiling the thick layer of flirtation typically capable of reducing most people to Jell-O. Not in this instance, apparently. ]
I hate to break it to you, but everything in this place runs the risk of being tampered with in some fashion. Not only the food. [ J drops the sultry act, resuming his full height as he withdraws from Nova's personal space quickly as he'd intruded upon it in the first place. His attention shifts elsewhere as someone falls through the air only to crash into a group of party-goers once the gravity-defying beverage they'd consumed earlier finally wears off. It's a spectacle that stirs up quite the commotion and sends food and drink scattered everywhere. J doesn't do more than return his attention to the demon at his side and jerk a thumb back towards the crowd, as the chaos offers up the perfect example. ]
If you're lucky, some other fool will test out just what effects those might be before you find out the hard way. [ Have fun finding out if anyone else here is chowing down on whichever tasty morsel you've got your eye on, Nova. Maybe if you follow them around long enough they can unwittingly play the role of guinea pig in this experiment and fill you in on what's spiked or not. ]
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Whatever mood the present atmosphere had shifted into, that audible growl cuts through to the center of it and gives even J a momentary pause. That's one formidable gut, if it's capable of spoiling the thick layer of flirtation typically capable of reducing most people to Jell-O. Not in this instance, apparently. ]
I hate to break it to you, but everything in this place runs the risk of being tampered with in some fashion. Not only the food. [ J drops the sultry act, resuming his full height as he withdraws from Nova's personal space quickly as he'd intruded upon it in the first place. His attention shifts elsewhere as someone falls through the air only to crash into a group of party-goers once the gravity-defying beverage they'd consumed earlier finally wears off. It's a spectacle that stirs up quite the commotion and sends food and drink scattered everywhere. J doesn't do more than return his attention to the demon at his side and jerk a thumb back towards the crowd, as the chaos offers up the perfect example. ]
If you're lucky, some other fool will test out just what effects those might be before you find out the hard way. [ Have fun finding out if anyone else here is chowing down on whichever tasty morsel you've got your eye on, Nova. Maybe if you follow them around long enough they can unwittingly play the role of guinea pig in this experiment and fill you in on what's spiked or not. ]