Laughing along with the drykas as she enforced the idea of dancing, Khiara allowed herself to be led to the bar, weaving between patrons and smiling all the while. Her liquid eyes were a bright, excitable violet and when she was drawn to the wood top of the bar, she tapped on it lightly with one hand.
"Drinks..please!" She said, blushing at her sudden loudness. It was enough to set her giggling again, before she took a breath and smiled at the patiently waiting barkeep.
"Uh...two mugs of your spiced wine?" Khiara said with a questioning glance at Kashik. The drykas didn't seem the type to sit and sedately sip wine. Looking back at the keep, she held up a finger.
"And four of those...small shots...the hard clear stuff. Burns the throat. Four of those." Waiving her hand, she looked around the buzzing tavern. There were so many people, so many voices, and the music all but drowned her. It wasn't that Khiara didn't dance...she just didn't dance like these women. Pointing to one of the beautiful tanned patrons, snaking her way though an elegant and exotic bellydance, Khiara turned to Kashik.
"If that is what you mean by dancing, then I have to admit, I really can't dance. We have a different dance at home. Lots of clapping, slapping...very energetic." Turning back to the twisting turning girl, she shook her head.
"I don't even think my spine can do that. Or my hips." As their drinks were placed on the bar, Khiara paid the keep, before picking up a shot in both hands, handing one to Kashik. She held it up in a sort of celebratory toast.
"To drinking!" The tipsy brunette declared, before bumping the glass against Kashiks and downing the harsh spirit in one gulp. Wincing, she banged the empty vessel onto the wooden bar, coughing and spluttering through the burn.