A grin curls across his face, showing a little bit of fang in his mouth. He could now see that this was just the place for him. He took off his jacket and hung it over Lisa like she was just there as a coat rack. "Yeah, get me a pack of cigarillos and a whiskey sour, don't go easy on the lemon." Walking to his table he slaps her hard on the ass. Sitting down he looked at the two guys sitting there. Obviously they didn't know who he was or what he was, or they would have the good sense to run.<br/><br/>Drake looked at the two men then cleared his throat. He reached in the air. A nice looking ring on his hand. Suddenly the hand grabs and he throws something. Nothing was in his hand but one of the men and his chair went flying across the room. Drake just sort of lazily looked to the other man and said "I suggest you take leave too."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Use my telekinesis ring to send one of the fools flying away from my new table.</div></div>