Miya's chocolate eyes follow Dareios's movements slowly as he reached up to undo his bowtie, a brief frown marring her features, "Awe, why'd you do that?" She giggles at him, "I really like your bowtie, it makes you very handsome," she grins at him, her words beginning to slur ever so slightly. The Asian woman would never be caught dead declaring a man was handsome by any means, she was too far gone into the alcohol to really notice what she was saying. Smiling at him, she listens to his laughter echo around her and she can't help but to laugh with him. Why she was laughing she hadn't the slightest clue but she was feeling absurdly happy and in quite good company, "Oh, I don't know about that Mister Mayor. I had this lecture hall and the professor absolutely droned it was awful!" She exclaims, her lower lip jutting out into a pout as her mind wanders back to those times she would sit in that lecture hall and try desperately to not fall asleep. Sighing loudly, she turns her chocolate eyes back to the mayor, "I seriously doubt anything you say could put me to sleep," she grins at him but they are quick to move on from the conversation.

As he reaches over to her, his cool hand resting on her arm, she giggles at the touch before a small groan slips past her lips, "Your hand feels so nice," she states, her entire body flushed with the alcohol. Of course, Miya is entirely unaware that the man before her is a vampire, the creature that she fears most in the city, and yet, she can't help but lean into his touch. Without thinking, she grasps his hand in hers and brings it up to her face, leaning her cheek into his palm sighing. "That feels good," she giggles again, before dropping his hand after a long moment and reaching for her glass to down the rest of the contents as he begins to speak once more. Laughter floating from her lips, she glances back at the man, her smile so wide her cheeks hurt, "You're so sweet. I don't think I'm very pretty," she states before leaning forward and poking him the chest by accident. Apologizing, she falls into a fit of laughter, finding it rather hard to catch her breath.

"I'm starving!" She exclaims in response after he questions her, chocolate eyes following his hand as he retrieves his phone and begins to search for restaurants. His findings aren't so lucky and Miya can't help but pout that there isn't any food in the area, she supposed she would scrounge something up at home. It's then that Dareios is questioning her again, the name familiar as it slips from his mouth. She ponders briefly, taking the refilled gas in hand, sipping at the wine generously as she finally shakes her head, "Isn't that where all the rich people live?" She asks with a grin before he's offering to cook for her. Immediately, she brightens at the idea. Perhaps if she were sober, she wouldn't so readily accept his offer but she was drunk and food sounded delicious and the man was so nice! What could possibly go wrong?

Nodding enthusiastically, she listens to him speak about his cooking, her eyes lighting up joyfully. "Oh! I love to cook too! It's one of my favorite things to do," she smiles happily at him, downing the rest of the wine before setting the glass on the table. It's his last comment that has her giggling at him once again, chocolate eyes searching his face, "Well, I was going to say yes before, but now that you told me you have wine, I'm defiantly coming," she says before pushing herself out of her chair, only to stumble right in the man. Giggling, she presses her body up against him unintentionally, her laughter shaking her whole body, "I'm so sorry! Everything is spinning a little bit. I heard food helps with drinking though, so maybe we should get going?" She questions, glancing up at him happily.

Miyako Aiken