Just another night in the city. Nothing special. Smoggy, dark, filled with light pollution. The homeless guys on the corner were starting a fire in an old oil barrel, but Alia herself was barley chilled. It wasn't raining yet, but it smelled like rain would come some time tonight. Alia glanced around. She had fed last night, on a group of three fae that had been overstaying their welcome in her apartment. It had taken hours to get the blood off her clothes, but now that she had changed and left the old clothes to soak she was ready to hit the streets. A good shot of vodka would be nice.<br/><br/>Alia examined the local bars. That one played the music about 1000 decibels too high, that one had crappy bar food and the one after that never served drinks fast enough. She started to turn around, figureing her liver would  probably thank her for this later when she saw a new place. the name "Sinz" was hung in neon lettering above the door. Now with a name like that, a girl just had to go in.<br/><br/>She was disappointed to see that there weren;t many people here yet...ah well. The bar looked stocked full of drinks. Alia seated herself down at the opposite end of the bar from where the bartender, a girl with remarkably red hair, was having an intense conversation with a man who was hunched over the bar intently. She leaned one elbow on the counter and started to examine the liquor selection behind the counter. Yup. They had Vodka. Tonight would be a regular night. Then again, when exciting meant almost getting yourself killed by either vamps or other sirens...normal was a pretty loose definition.