Eponine has heard of Romeo and Juliet. She's not read the play: it was a drag to get through when she tried, full of too difficult language and ideas that she just couldn't see. But she likes the idea of the love story. She's seen the film with that handsome boy in it. So she nods, as if she knows Shakespeare.

Eponine looks around. It looks like the bars that she's been in in Paris, the human bars that have developed over time. She's never seen such a thing for vampires though. No doubt there are blood bars in Paris, but it's not Montparnasse's style. Where is the fun in feeding from the willing?

"Bottle or tap?" She mutters, parroting Nancy. It takes a moment for Eponine to even realise that Nancy's asking her a question.
"Oh - the - uhm..." She shrugs. It's embarrassing to admit that she'll take whatever's cheapest.