thewizardguy said
Bob drops by, smiling "Hey, creating toxic mixes is my job." He smiles, as he gestures, and the coffe and alcohol evaporate.
"Hey!" Mithias protests. "Hello Bob. Dare I ask where YOU'VE been." The vampire reaches back under the bar for some ... whatever bottle he grabs.
He stands up with a white wine bottle, attempting to read the label. "Hm... No idea." he sets it down. "So! I've finally found something that interests me, and you want to take it away? if mixology is your department, why not take me on as an apprentice?"