"I'd get drunk if I could." Karen rolled her eyes. "Somebody didn't inform me that in becoming a vampire I wouldn't be able to eat or drink anything. That means no booze, no pills, no experimentation with unknown plant life out of Bolivia. No more fun at all."
Then she sighed. "Unless, of course, I can find a wino or somebody else drunk, but they're usually filthy and all they've had is beer. I hate beer. And nobody in this city is apparently into drugs. Not one person partakes in uppers, downers, lefters, or whatever."
She lifted a strand of the girl's hair and dropped it. So lifeless. So pitiful.
"Haven't you ever heard of a curling iron? At the very least?"