[Nightimin]

(My character looks something like this, Ignore the ridiculous cat ears, scar/tattoos and I'll say the horns appear only when he feeds. http://i865.photobucket.com/albums/ab218/viruslovesus/The_Incubus_for_Debauches_by_Tokala1.jpg)

The elderly bartender smiled and whipped the police officer up a vodka with a dash of pop to smooth out the flavor. "There you go, On the house, son." She gave him a look of sympathy before a drunkard complained about the old cop getting privileges- The woman shushed the belligerent with a smack of her rag.

The couple stood and left, as the night pushed on more people entered the café and bar and ate their dinners or snacks. Around this time it'd been half an hour since the police officer arrived and the door opened as usual- however this time the person who entered seemed strange.

The barista looked away and the waiters stared with a mix of curiosity and confusion as if they'd seen a very being of the netherworld walk inside.
The inky black haired male smiled at the bartender to seemed to be the only member of the staff unshaken by the strange boys entrance. As soon as he came inside everything seemed to go back to normal, The workers checking tables and the barista serving up coffee.

The boy sat at the table and smiled at the woman sheepishly before crudely announcing. "Give me something that'll fuck me up." She didn't even flinch, pouring him a glass from behind the counter while he examined the chipping paint on his nails. The punk glanced at the officer, whom he'd come to sit beside.

Seems dinner for the evening had been found.