Marty from the land of Sticks. Kali laughed, even if she shouldn't. "I'm glad you do have good grades. I tried school once and I hit my teachers." She chuckled more, finishing off her shot with a half wince.
As the bartender set down Marty's Bloody Mary, she couldn't help but take a sharp take of breath at the smell of blood. Fuck, she coughed a little, eyes tearing up. Apparently, the pale skin was a running thing in all universes.
"My parent's?" She cleared her throat, looking at him a little more closely. "My mortal ones didn't have a choice, considering they had to kill their own child to keep me alive. My actual ones called me Parvati first."