As the acrid scent of the Electrick Floorbanger wafted over to Astrape she felt her mouth watering. It was just the kind of highly charged brew she needed and she quickly made her way over to the bar, leaning on the tattered wooden plank as she smiled sweetly at the monstrous bartender.

His mood seemed to have improved quite a bit since he'd stepped back behind the bar, but just to be sure of a warm reception the lightning goddess slipped her arm up under her chest, lifting her cleavage in what she hoped was a casual manner before starting to speak. [color=6ecff6]"That smells divine,"[/color] She said, fluttering her eyelashes coyly, [color=6ecff6]"Would you mind mixing one up for me as well?"[/color]

Astrape was fully aware that she lacked any sort of currency which would be of use on the mortal plane, but usually her winning smile and ample 'personalities', which braced on top of her arm as they were seemed on the verge of popping out of her dress, tended to make sure she never had to pay for her own drinks anyway. Leaning back against the bar she peered round at the crowd of colourful characters, wondering which of them would be the first to offer to pay for her.