"Indeed .. they are. And 200 for the night." Kira said, licking her upper lip and the tip of one of her fangs as it slithered between, out and past the two of the. She wondered as to why the man was being so near even though she barely knew him and under such inspection she realized that he had the strong, bitter stench of whiskey on his breath. 

She declared to herself that she order another drink and decided to do such that she had did. She turned around, arising to her heels and then smirked playfully. She circled him as if a cat cornering a helpless mouse.

"My name's Kira, what is yours?" She said blissfully, cheerily, tipping her. She was drunk by the time the last time the so she was in the same boat that she was on. She was eager to be heading North soon to discover more that life had to truly offer her, wondering as to if her children would someday. She was indeed a vampire and its bloodline was in her two identical bubblegum lungs.