Common drinks and strange acquaintances

I R I S The simple logic of the Fae's words drew a laugh out of Iris, mixing and melding with the clamor of the bar. "You're sweet, really. But there's no discussion to be had." Out of the corner of her eye, Iris noticed a dark-haired man of inconsiderable build walk into the Hanged Man, and proceeded to ignore him. "Did your parents come out of a storybook or do all Fae make decisions by simply talking about their feelings and agreeing?" Iris met the Fae's gaze, looking into her eyes deeply as the world appeared somewhat more blurry than it was five drinks ago. "And? What did you reconnaisse?" She'd stopped sending covetous glances at the black dagger for the time being, but did direct a longing glance at the bar, signaling that her cup was empty.