Of course, love. You're more than welcome to come home with me.

[It's that little spark of hope in Felicia's eyes that really tugs at Lara's heartstrings. This poor girl, she didn't really know what was going on, did she? Or if she did, she was too confused to really process it. Figuring it was probably best not to break it all down for her right here in the bar, the last scion of the Crofts throws back her drink in one long gulp. Feeling the burn of the alcohol, she nods to the bartender to order her second, a golden yellow concoction.]

I don't know why they're leaving you alone, though.

[A lie, but a good one, she thinks. Emboldened slightly by the drink, she leans closer, pulling Felicia into a friendly, one armed hug. She's nowhere near drunk but there's no way she can do this with a straight face sober. It'd been ages since she'd even tried to be flirtatious, but it was probably the one way she figured she could build up Felicia in a way that wouldn't ultimately be explaining the nature of shinki and godhood.]

A pretty little thing like you? Who'd want to let you sit here all alone? Those people must be blind.

[She winks, trying to be pretty obvious about her "interest" and intent. Even if it wasn't really her intent.]