[b]-Zeiss Calavan-[/b]

Zeiss had been soaking in the atmosphere of the bar; it felt very homely, with the warm air caused by the bodies within and the low but vibrant energy that surrounded its patrons. The jukebox gave it a rustic that made the atmosphere that much more comforting; a nice change of pace from the EDM night clubs she came across around the center of the Rebel Section.

She heard a man addresssing someone, and turned to find to find he was addressing her. The man reminded her of licorice; his straw-like black hair, the creases across his sharp cheekbones, his lanky but firm silhouette, and the way his lips pursed into a fang.

[i]It's been a while since I've tango'd with a vampire[/i], she thought while giving the man a warm smile.

"I'll have a Matador cocktail," she said, turning curtly in her stool to face the bar side to catch the tender's attention, "So tell me, what brings a devilish man like yourself to my side this evening?"