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You know, this place is more obnoxious than a New York subway station some days. Nothin' but people with things they shouldn't have. Cripes. [ this would be Luke, playing bartender. he's irritated, but feel free to come by and ask him to make you something! ]

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Depends on your point of view.

Then I suppose my legality also depends on your point of view. You want a soda or something?

Something sweet.

[ ponders ] ...Favorite fruit?

Blueberry.

Hmmm. [ digs around in some stuff under his bar, muttering, before producing a handful of things, including a small food processor ] Blueberry's kind of an unusual flavor in drinks. But I'll get you a Black and Blue. [ blackberries, blueberries, honey, lemon juice, and soda water, into the food processor. whirrrrrrrr. ]

[watches, intently]

[ pulls out a tall glass and pours the concoction into it, sticks a little cocktail umbrella into it, and slides it toward... him? her? they? ]

[him. And he smiles, reaching for i]

[ it's hard to tell with the kids. smiles faintly when he takes it, going back to sipping at his Tom Collins ]

[drinks it, smiling] What's wrong?

[ glances over his drink and shakes his head ] Mm, nothing. Why do you ask?

Humans rarely grouse about annoyance and imbibe alcohol at the same time without something being wrong. Unless they do so on a regular basis and cannot function without getting drunk.

[ narrows his eyes slightly, sipping at his drink again ] Vampire attacked someone close to me. I'm sick of the rat bastards.

[lowers his own drink] Vampires are... some of the most frustrating beings. They cannot die conventional means, but at their core they are guided by the same instincts a human does, only they are forced to feel the needs far more sharply than their human counterparts. Their souls are bound by this, and are often irretrievable due to the strain the infection brings.

Frustrating is putting it mildly, kidlet.

Retrieving those souls were often a lost cause. Even if they held onto their humanity... no, those were often the worst. They still had a soul, but it was impossible to send it on whole. [drinks] ... even death wasn't the release it should have been for their pain.

I honestly don't give a shit about their 'pain'. Maybe if they'd quit acting like they were entitled to suck unsuspecting people's blood-- particularly so of a kid that's not usually a girl and is trying her damnedest to deal with that whole monthly thing they go through-- I'd have a little more compassion. Frankly I'd like to lace my mags with the cure that idiot Dist came up with and put six bullets in every last one of their brains.

Then perhaps I should have reaped every last human that indulged in their instinct to eat and pass on their genes. You act so entitled to a meal and sex.

I'm entitled to neither, and I know that. Life in general is a privilege. Replicas know that better than most. I'm just not about to pass up decent opportunities when they present themselves to me. If a person offered themselves to a vampire then that's fine, but it's the fact that they chase and hunt people down when they know they're not wanted. If they're so pitiful maybe I'd be putting them out of their misery.

Then you're a vegetarian? You don't eat the meat of animals that were chased down and hunted?

It's a little different when it's an animal raised for that and when it's a human being. Animals haven't been chased for their meat in years, they're raised in captivity and killed in as humane a way as possible. There's nothing humane about the actions of a vampire. You can kill a human, you can kill an animal. These creatures regenerate by feeding off other people. They're nothing more than parasites.

"Humane"? How hypocritical. The animals from farms were the worst. Brought up to believe they were safe, then killed by the one they trusted. And not slowly. At least an animal from a hunt is clean.

You give them too much credit. An animal's brain lacks the capacity to trust, just as it lacks the capacity to be spiteful to one who broke that trust.

I was Death. I speak not of minds but souls.