Nelo walked by the cafe/bar every night on his way to work, stoping only sometimes to chat and have a drink, and tonight was one of those nights. He pushed open the door, half flinching at the tiny bell. Sure it had been a while since his kind were hunted with dogs who’s owners marked them with the same type of little bells. But even still, when that sound was your hint to run for as many decades as it had been for him, it’ll be awhile before that sound doesn't trigger him any more.
Stepping up to the bar, Nelo looked for any of his regular drinking buddies, but finding none, he just gestured to the bar tender to order his drink.
“I need something to get me started for my shift. What would you suggest?”
Aphaeleon turned to the man, then leaned on the counter and took a good look at him. The wings that covered their face lowered themselves ever so slightly, revealing five horrible eyes that belonged to an unspeakable, wretched visage. It was almost as if Aphaeleon's gaze bore into Nelo's very soul, taking a glance at his past, present, and future, and judging any sins they could find within that timeline.
The wings lifted back up, and the throne tiled their head.
"You look like you could use some Irish Coffee," they murmured, ethereal voice resonating at a frequency that wasn't quite right — but that issue resolved itself eventually. "It's got coffee, whiskey, and cream — sweet, caffeinated, and alcoholic, all at once."
“Sound perfect.” Nelo told them, then looked around the room, searching for literally anyone that looked ok to play with. It had been a while since he had sucked fresh blood, ant tonight, he was really feeling it. His eye landed on a few different people, but then continued on when they looked back at him. In his mind, the blood always tasted best if the body it came from was scared, and you tended to not be scared if you knew what was happing. Returning his eyes to the counter, he watched the thing that was making his drink. He had never seen anything like it, and it intrigued him.
"I have to request that you not make a meal out of my patrons," Aphaeleon murmured as they began throwing the drink together, catching a glimpse of Nelo eyeing some potential food. "Bad for business. I'm sure you understand."
They pulled over a cup and poured the mixture in, then topped it off with cream and slid it over to Nelo. Afterwards, they took to cleaning their supplies, leaning against the counter and sizing up the vampire.
"You mentioned a shift. If you don't mind my asking, where do you work?"
