The most elite underground vampire bar in the whole entirety of Portland. It is funded by Vietnamese and South Korean opium farmers and regulated by the columbians. While keeping up a daily facade of a Starbucks, it is transformed into a shisha bar at night and provides a good avenue for vampiric orgies of blood after closing.
ImaInglet: Die rapture. Dies vulture flesh. Dies sweet entrails of sinnew. And the wine of cyanotic fetuses.
Shlepov: What is wrong with you!?!?!
ImaInglet: I am the way I am because of Puerto Zacko.