"Marty Stickland", he replied as he took her hand. "And yes, I do get good grades. Top of the class in fact", Marty lied. If he thought about it, Marty was at least average by this point. Thank God for Carl and Drew for fucking up and making Marky look better by comparison.
The bartender returned with the drink which was deep rich red hue. Deeper than a bloody Mary should have been. The vampire looked at it curiously, sniffed slightly and was quite surprised after a mouthful. Seems the bartender had taken Marty seriously and tapped someone's veins. Not that Marty was complaining.
"Ask and ye shall received", he murmured between sips before turning back to Kali. "So did your parents know who they were naming you after when they chose Kali?"