Happy Hour

[hoopsonfire]

There's nothing special happening tonight: people are drinking, eating socializing, and of course, there's a bar-person tending the Bar while Bar has her beauty sleep

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[steamgenius]

Black clothing and goth-like flair? KK's got that covered. She reads the specials board as she slides onto a bar stool. When she gets to the part about the tender being a vampire, she pauses and looks at the person in question.

"A vampire? Seriously?"

She's still relatively new to Milliways.

[hoopsonfire]

The fledgling nods, offering a shadow of smile. "Serious like death." That might be a joke of some kind.

[steamgenius]

"So...you're saying that if I give you some of my blood, you'll give me free drinks? How does that work, exactly?"

There are so many different vampire lore stories, and before she'd come here, she never would have believed any of them to be true. Still, the rules one world might have could be useless in another. Best to get clarification before she even considers what could happen.

[hoopsonfire]

"Hm. I can bite... and drink. And close the bite after." The vampire nods. "But the feeling is very... intense."

[scots_wolf]

"Haven't seen you in a while," Urquhart says, coming up to the bar.

[hoopsonfire]

"Been not here overmuch. Shadows and pestilence, darkness abounds." She finishes the blood substitute concoction, and puts the mug away. "How paths wind about you?"

[scots_wolf]

"Interesting paths, with a dog," Urquhart says. "What pestilence, though?"

[hoopsonfire]

"Someone spreads sickness in the city of angels. The Ivory Tower wishes I'd find the source. The Rabble too." Ah, the normal solution for all of California Kindred's problems: send in the new blood.