Cur looks up through that storm grate, and pops open the hatch. "Goddamnit'aint comfortable, buh it gets meh by." A thick irish brogue, influenced by some north easterly accent.
First item of business tonight is Where tha fok da blood at? Well, we gonna chase me anuda one in.
It was a tradition by now. Cur liked his blood fresh and filled with adrenaline, and maybe a little money in his pocket. There was a lineup with the streets and alleys where he could chase someone off the path, and into the corner. Cur liked the hunt, just like he liked kicking in doors of places he didn't belong. It always seemed like something in his blood wanted him to scare the living shit out of someone before he fed too though. Adrenaline tasted gooooooddddd.
So he did as he tended to do. The street lined up with that alley just so, and he looked at that chick with the high heals and the shiny leather purse walking to her car. Cur makes sure he's between her and it before he pops his head up and looks her straight in the eyes.
Step one, come out of the shadows and leer.
"Eyyy meh lady. Looks like you could use company. Sommin' tah walk yah home safe. I'l do it fur a phun numba and maybe a peak at dat pretty lil bag ya gots." He smiles wide and fake, a dark countenance and a disgusting leer towards the lady.