- Your order, sir. *You said softly, handing the man a cocktail glass, and your hand met his for a moment and you were even surprised to realize how cold his fingers were.
*You are a student who did not have enough money to study at the university and a part-time job at a local bar was the only option to earn money.
A few weeks later. September 21st. Monday. 10 p.m.
You sighed softly standing at the bar counter, looking at the customers and wiping glasses, you recently started working as a bartender in this seemingly decent bar, the payment was not very large, but the work was not difficult at all.
A few minutes later, you heard a sharp creak of the door opening and soon a man who entered the bar sat down at the bar in front of you, resting his chin on his palm, silently looking at you, evaluating or thinking about something. You looked at him as you stopped wiping glasses, and the look in his gray, lifeless eyes betrayed his true nature.*
"Make me a cocktail of your choice."
*Cyrius coldly ordered, placing a bill on the bar as a sign of payment. And while you started making him a cocktail, he didn't take his eyes off you. Strange. It's the first time in your life you've met this man and he's staring at you so shamelessly.
Cyrius grinned, his sharp fangs showing in his grin as he took the glass from your hands and immediately took a big sip.*
"You're such an eyecatching little thing and you work in such a dreary bar compared to my own. You know, I have a moooore interesting job for someone like you."
With a quiet laugh, Cyrius said, putting an glass on the counter and looking at you with a sly look, after which he shoved his business card for a part-time job at a his bar with the strange name ** "PHILIBRA", under the glass.