While leaving the building, Goth made up her mind. She was there to have fun, not to be moping about someone who didn't even deserve her attention. If she intended to keep her mind off Abaddon, how best to do it than actually fill it with other things? She had to try, at least. The worst she could do was fail.
"It might have its charms, but I doubt it'd be very good for our reputations in the long run. Like... 'Newsflash! Aliens prowling New York city with floating beverages!'" That sounded lame even to her bruised brain.
"It's not so much about the taste, it's more about the kick. The real and psychological one. You have no idea how many mortals I've seen pseudo drunk on it." She shook her head, red and black dreads following the movement. "It's kind of silly."
Unless he had spent quite a bit in Transylvania, Goth doubted Raven could have had any influence of it, and said so, adding, "people will believe anything."
That had only to be good. Gothic character strolls into a bar with Texas ambient... promised to be laughter-worthy.
"Anyway. Since we have rule number three pretty much in place regarding that," she waved her hand absently, "tell me. What do you do?"