Mikol was bored. He left the stage and moved all the way towards the bar. Hopping up on the end of the bar and looked at the bartender. "Give me a bloody rose vantin Frankie." Came his sexy old world accent. His accent made it sound like he was having sex with his words alone. Erotic, exotic, sensual and a verbal caress upon the tender flesh of ones ears. He looked around again. It seemed it was going to be another normal sort of night. He was watching for issues. He actually kind of hoped something would start up so he could remind them who was boss. This was one of quite a few businesses he owned. He had more fear amongst those who knew him than many of the mafia kingpins. He had to seeing who his parents was and who he was. Ah...but it was a shame...he rather enjoyed nights like this. He had to keep who he was from the humans but most in here already knew where his bloodline ran from. His gaze caught upon a woman who had made her way over to the bar. He watched as she ordered a drink. Taking in her appearance with discreet yet elegant ease. He looked to the bartender. "Give the lady her drink for free. On the house. It is not often ones of true natural sexiness weave their way through these doors." He turned his attention back to the stage as he sipped his blood mixed with vodka and tequila drink.