Micky sighed as he took a sip from his whiskey, after less then a minute standing there a woman walked up beside him and asked for some wine. Which he only laughed softly at, before he looked to her. "While, I could guess that vampires would like such a dark wine. Like blood I guess." He said, before he looked around and jumped the bar suddenly. "Seeing as the bartender is gone, let's find you that wine."<br/><br/>It was clear that the young werewolf knew more about the supernatural world then he would let go, as well as he loved to cause trouble. But the last part is more obvious then the first.<br/><br/>As Micky looked around the bar for the wine he started to talk to the older vampire. "So, I'm sure you are aware that I am not a human. Vampires have a good sence of smell, almost as good as mine." He winked at the woman, before he dropped behind the bar and stood back up. "Ahh here we go, your Roscato."