Allison grunted again, acknowledgement. If he wanted to give it a go - weren't like she couldn't torch the creep after, yeah?
"This is my friend Mikey," she informed her dance partner, ducking under a blind swing. "He thinks he's hot stuff, yeah? Wotcher think?" she added, and turned up the torch, flames licking out to catch the vampire's tacky nylon shirt.
The monster screamed shrilly, attention turned to beating at the flames spreading quickly across his chest instead of focusing on her.
She waved 'Mikey' like a wand, starting more flames on the vampire's trousers - and then grinned sadistically as she moved the torch to the ugly thing's hair.