ghost;
Milo walked into his usual bar in Seattle. The city wasn’t swarmed with people like him, you know.. vampires. So he could go about his everyday, immortal life without being hunted for drinking from some necks sometimes. As he sat down at the bar, he flashed the young, female bartender his famous grin. “Hey there, Val. Can I get my usual bloody mary?” He asked, chuckling softly to himself as the bartender nodding emphatically before going into the back to make him his drink. When he first moved here, he compelled her to know how to make his drink. Hold the tomato juice, use her own blood to make it a bloody mary. She wore an arthritis arm sleeve to cover where she would take the blood from her wrist. Milo tapped his fingers against the bar top as he waited for Val to return with the cocktail. When she returned, his grin took over his face again, and it took a lot of efforts for his fangs not to retract as the aroma of her blood filled the air. “You’re an angel, Valerie,” he smiled, leaning back against his bar top as he looked around the bar.