"My blood runs cold! My memories have just been sold! My angel is the centerfold!" Death sang, not particularly well, in response with a grin. "Don't you think that song is kinda hypocritical? I can't really help but like it, but I don't really know why. Too bad they don't have a karaoke machine in here."
The bartender put a drink in front of Death which she tanked him for with a smile. She didn't appear to pay for it, nor did she drink from the glass that was presented to her.