Jim/Selene
"Thanks for sharing. This looks like a good place to catch the entire parade. First one I've seen." Selene's smile was polite, although small, and careful not to flash her fangs.
"I've seen a few Mardi Gras parades, will this be anything like that?" That had been in the 1920s, when she had been hunting lycans in New Orleans. Judging by the costumes on the people around them, it probably wouldn't be quite the same spectacle.
"Oh, it does," she agreed with a polite nod. Well that's interesting, she said to herself. Her vampire sense of smell told her that hers was the only spiked drink - and it would take gulping down an entire bottle before she'd feel the slightest effect, and then only briefly before her metabolism neutralized the alcohol. He must have noticed me using my flask to 'improve' this slushy, and wants to imply he has done the same. Interesting, indeed.