“Wahahahahaahaaa!” Seeming to have won not only a weighty degree of respect with her last deed but also a gang of 'friends' to spend her time in the drinking district along with, Nikki Marcello giggled as she burst into her next bar on the back of what seemed to be the fluffiest abominable snowman she had ever met, and was happy to offer him a little kiss on what she only hoped was his cheek as she stepped down and looked over the assemblage of bizarre entities who now made up her circle of Samhain besties.
“Honestly, when this guy hit me up, I thought things were gonna go alllll kindsa fishmans wife? Was a bit disappointed honestly, but you guys are pretty wild, I'll give you that!” Principle among them the writhing mass of tendrils which made even a flayer of minds look like a pretty boy, the black beauty couldn't help but to flick her thumb toward him and snicker as she highlighted how she had thought he had very different intentions in mind after he had hit her up after her fourth or sixth taste of black death, but either way ultimately knew she was as happy with this outcome as anything else.
“And you say a vamp hasn't lived until they've tried this Bloody Marie, huh?” Here with a mission in mind as well regardless of how her earlier indulgence had seemed to make the room spin now that she had friends on the inside, after leaving the nag's head behind they now found themselves in a place with characters who she felt only too familiar with even if they were strangers to her, and an intention to give herself a little pick me up to keep the night rolling along smoothly and salaciously.
“Come on bro, every second I waste I get that little bit soberererer!” For that reason the fox seeming to hammer the counter as she demanded attention from the figure behind it, with the words of darklings and demi-gods in her ears all she could do was crave attention and the satisfaction offered with it, but little did she know just how good the latter would be until she had something wet inside her…