The face of the student was covered by his black hood, making it impossible to see. He swatted at a corner as he spoke and his voice echoed across the abandoned alley.
"How did his blood taste?" Damon finally looked up, revealing fiery purple eyes as he asked the question.
Hearing this the face of the bartender twisted and he instinctively clenched his fist. He didn't know what to say or how to reply to the kids' words.
"I heard students are currently busy with internships. You shouldn't waste your time coming to my bar anymore…. You are too young to drink anyway" the bartender said coldly and turned to leave without hesitation.
"Of course, I already started my internship. Guess who I work for?" Damon said which made the bartender stop. His hands curled into a fist and his eyes turned cold. His body trembled a bit but he seemed to regain his composure and when he turned to meet Damon's gaze he had a smile on his face.