As she walks over, Réjean's CiD rings and as the dulcet tones of 'Funky Town (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jlmTELeLRwI)' drift out over the bar, he frowns and the bartender, a rather slight gentleman, appears to adjust the nutrient flow to a tank resting to the side of his stock as a way to hide that he's reaching under the bar.

"Fuck Christ with the Host. How stupid are you?" He doesn't bother to hide his shock and disgust before continuing. Do these new vampires have no sense of tact? "Either turn that shit off or pay the 'keep for clean-up and let him shoot you."