The Hatter and The Hare?! (Mature)

Mad Sylas leans back, blowing a kiss. "Tonight, then. Shouldn't you eat?"

She looked down at her food, "Ah, yes. That." she giggled, munching away.

He watches her, smirking. "You're an interesting character..."

She chuckled, winking, "You better believe it, baby."

He chuckles. "Baby? I could get used to that..."

She winked playfully, licking her finger of the sugar from her dessert.

He blushes, leaning forward and grinning. "I can't wait to get my hands on you..."

Beyril leaned in close, her face almost touching his, "It'll be more than my hands all over you, baby."

He grins wide, blushing lightly. His voice is a whisper. "Oh? Is that so? I'm looking forward to it..."

She winked, the laughed under her breath, "We best get you in your body, or I'll be sorely disappointed."

He smirks lightly. "Oh, you won't be...I promise."

She winked, "I don't doubt it for a second."

He blows another kiss. "We should go, love...things to do, bodies to snatch..."

She winked, "Oh, what a busy day we have ahead." she chuckled, standing, grabbing her bags.

He stands, stretching and wrapping an arm around her. "C'mon. Let's be bad guys..."

She winked, "Ain't we just." and sauntered back towards the hotel, slipping her sunglasses back on, and making sure she had the napkin sketch done.

OOC: FIREFLY

Mad Sylas walks with his arm around her shoulder, grinning. He glances at Beyril on occasion.

Beyril smiled, giving him a wink every time she caught him looking. As they walked into the hotel, she slouched her shoulders and her entire body shifted to a display of timidity. There wasn't a thing about her positioning that didn't read of the old Beyril, "Please, sir. I just want to be alone." She laughed, "How's that?"

He grins. "Perfect. He'll fall for it hook, line, and sinker."

She nodded, returning to her old Beyril impression, she knocked at the door, somewhat frantically.

Sylas enters, dressed in pajamas. "Beyril, you're back. How did everything go?" Mad Sylas leans heavily against her. "Yes love, tell him how it went..."

She shoved the napkin at him, "Sylas, I-uh... I had another dream. I know that I said they're just dreams and they're probably not true, but... I saw you, and it was so vivid... I felt it, everything... Like it was happening to me.." She started to cry, tears falling from behind her glasses. She turned away, wiping her eyes where he couldn't see.

Sylas takes the napkin, looking it over. He pales suddenly, collapsing against the doorframe. "B-Beyril...when d-did you see this. Where?"

"I-it was in the city... There was a man, with lots of armor and fire... And the monster, the kishin, was with him. They attacked, and there was blood..." She coughed, "Oh, God.. There was so much blood..." She held her hand over her month and gagged slightly at the thought.

Sylas twitches slightly, and Mad Sylas vanishes. Sylas grips his head, obviously in pain. "T-Tell me...C-Can you tell me anything else?"