Got no clue what the fuck's going on, but… Certainly not the sort to let the door creak slowly as she stepped inside an establishment that reminded her rather substantially of the sheepshead bar, and no longer about to stare at the various forms of horror either which loitered and looked to her as she damn near knocked the thing of its hinges either for that matter, Nikki Marcella simply cocked her head toward men made of bones and those with pumpkins and all manner of other things for heads as she marched inside without any real thought to how she had ended up here.
At least there's a bar? Not even sure that she wasn't dreaming right now but the presence of that stale stank of alcohol something which meant it was bound to a good one, the brunette barged with her shoulder and jostled against all kinds of things that went bump in the night, and frankly felt more at home alongside them than she had done in years, in fact.
“Let's see now, whatcha got?” Almost tempted to treat this little excursion like something of a vacation for herself even though she basically lived her life now like she had been subjected to some eternal holiday, all the same the fanged fox was happy to find herself standing before a headless barman and beam as she did so, before looking at a board behind his absence of a skull to see a bunch of names she could only assume was written in blood with how it seemed to tickle her attention.
“Fuck it, you only live once, right? Gimme a Black Death!” Frankly tempted to just vault the counter and start licking that but nothing if not a consummate professional when it came to the fine art of intoxication, instead she slapped her hand down upon the wood or perhaps bone feeling material she was presented and demanded the nastiest set of words she could comprehend from the list, and knew that she was going to enjoy herself because of that. Or, at the very least, die again trying…