@putsthedindick
The Mystic Grill is as full as always tonight, with one new addition. A light skinned, light haired young man sits in the corner, pale eyes, watching the patrons. This town had been one of the view he had almost decided to never visit. The stories he heard about the palce, the feeling he got when he came here - it was not nice. It was another one of those traumatic death centrals, which were just as exhausting as they were exciting for someone who could interact with the spirits.
Still, the ones here were kind of annoying, just like that waitress that tried flirting with him. So he does the one thing that he knows will give him some peace and maybe even entertainment. He sits down next to the guy that every spirit he met tells him to stay away from. Even the most angry ones keep their distance from him, although they do sometimes come close enough to spit at the vampire, which always looked hilarious to Joshua, as there was no actual spit to be seen.
As always he moves slowly, carefully as he sits down in the seat at the bar, gesturing for the bar tender to get himself another beer. Then he turns to Damon and watches him, trying to figure out how that face could hide the most evil person in existence. At least to some of the rumors he had heard.
