Vodka and Bourbon {Open}

After moving into town, I worked out a plan to 'fit into the crowd'. While driving around in my 1987 Corvette, I came upon a small restaurant-type building. My eyes glanced up to the sign, "Mystic Grill? Clever." I shook my head playfully. Cracking jokes that I only I understand is my 'thing'. Pulling into a parking spot was no fun because of trying to not scratch the paint. Once parked, I made my way to the doors of the Grill.
"This place have some Italian food?" I asked the seating hostess. She nodded, "Yup," She ignored making eye contact, "Can you please take a seat, sir? It'll just be a minute." As soon as she walked away, I made my way towards the bar, gratefully taking a seat.
"Vodka and bourbon." Once the order was placed, I spun around in my seat, left elbow on the counter, carefully watching the patrons in the restaurant, my vampire senses picking up the delicious smell of fresh blood.