Snippet #2534499

Damien sat amused by the her. Try as she might she couldn't get the right words out and he could just about see the embarrassment on her face, although the lighting certainly helped her over most of it. Her discomfort was apparent. "Well if that's the way you speak to new customers I can see why all these old fogeys here come and stay at the bar" Damien glanced sideways at the patons to his left and right. Hell, who was he to call anyone here old, he was borderline ancient at this point. At the realisation his smile slid away and was replaced by the usual.

Peering down through his glass his face turned to a solemn pose. 800 years of existence, he wouldn't wish that anyone. Too many friends and loved ones withered away while he stayed the same. He took a last swig of his drink. The sweet velvety liquid burned his throat just the way he liked it. He could smell the last remaining fumes from the base of the tumbler waft up into his nostrils causing him to wince just a little.

"Another whiskey wouldn't go a miss, Irish if you have it, this house stuff is too damn sweet for me. I need something about stronger tonight I think. Besides, I'm sure another few seconds here with me and you'll be fit to melt down" He chuckled and place the glass back down on the table. He was certainly settling in for the long haul now. Might as well drink something worth the effort. Maybe he would get lucky and her shift would end. Either way, he needed to find out if she was really who he had been assigned, but right at this moment he was in no mood.