Kali laughed at the mental image of a man pulling the plug on karaoke. "Sometime I wish I could do that to him, but he'd just look sad until I let him sing again. Your school sounds strict, though. Hope you have good grades."
She picked up her shot and took a sit, feeling it slide down her throat. The fight had left mostly the taste of blood in her mouth. "Just give the man your name and the drink'll be on the house. My name is," she paused for a moment before shrugging her shoulders --- why not give him her real name? "Kali Sharmas."
A hand went to his, and she grinned. "What's yours?"