"Ya tuve que ir obligado a misa....." Sam's voice was quiet, barely a whistle over he sounds of the city, as it came to life, on it's usually friday night. Normally the demon wasn't privilaged with a night on the town. With the night off however it was something she didn't want to give up. Since moving to Mumbai, she hadn't made very many friends, Drake, if he even counted as one, was now to busy because of the child he had just discovered. 

"Y oigo una voz que dice sin razon..." her voice was drowned out as she had entered a bar, with the sound of chaos, with drunks yelling about which team were to win tonights game.