"Thank you." Ilinca lifted the glass in a kind of salute, taking a more measured sip this time. Now it was more about relaxing than rehydrating, and she wanted to watch the stage and the room, and perhaps chat with Victor some more. He seemed like a sweet boy, if somewhat nervous. And he poured drinks quicker than anyone she'd ever seen. She wondered if there was a touch of something not quite human back in his bloodline somewhere. Almost nothing would surprise her anymore. Though really, some of the customers needed to learn when to take a hint. Honestly.
"Is that the Rainbow Shot?" she asked. "I've seen Rocky Horror a time or two. It makes me laugh. And the songs are very catchy." She sighed then, breathing out a soft curse in Bulgarian. "Alright, these shoes are coming off," she announced, kicking them onto the ground under her stool. She flexed her feet, enjoying the stretch. "Yes. Much better."
"I'll try your Rainbow Shot," she continued. "What do you put in it?"