Pyxis was the type of person to saunter her way through life with the aid of her sharp tongue, and even sharper smile. She often spared little thought to the people she trampled along her way. In spite of her short stature, her words dealt heavy blows and she had a sadistic streak that thrived in making shy, uncoordinated, nerdy types squirm uncomfortably. It didn't win her a great deal of friends, but Pyxis had learned to burn bridges before they could form in most cases. She did have friends, naturally, the same way that everyone has a table; it's a necessary eating space, frequently visited, but never truly appreciated for the task it undergoes.

Pyxis Wilson, quite simply, could be described as a 'piece of work'. Violent and ill-tempered, but sickeningly sweet when she wants something, it's never quite a surprise to find her lurking in bars and swindling free drinks off of lonely men.

Unsurprisingly, that's what Pyxis was doing right now. She leaned against the counter and fluttered her eyelashes. The man could easily be ten years her senior, but age was just a number. Even so... She liked men older than her by a little, not by a great deal, because ew. She had daddy issues, but not those kind of daddy issues. Her nose wrinkled a little at the thought of her father, and very abruptly the brunet leaned back. She swept her impressively long curls over one shoulder with a haughty, affronted look on her features. Well, now her father had just ruined this moment for her. Without a word, she picked up her drink and vacated the immediate area, leaving behind an incredibly confused and embarrassed older man.

Sipping the drink, she let her eyes sweep the general vicinity for someone she knew. Maybe a friend, or at least an acquaintance from the academy who would find her company agreeable this evening. Hell, she might even be pleasant, for once.