Nora's POV
I settle onto a barstool and flash a smile at the redheaded vampire behind the counter. "Hey there, Sloane."
"Well hello, Nora," she responds with genuine warmth. "What's your poison tonight? Red wine or white?"
"Definitely red tonight."
Sloane grins wide, deliberately showing off her fangs. She keeps them extended during her shifts, claiming it boosts her tips significantly. "Perfect choice." She winks before spinning around to grab a wine glass and retrieve a bottle from the mini-fridge beneath the bar.
The Brewhouse buzzes with its usual evening crowd. This trendy spot sits in one of Mark Park's pricier neighborhoods, and business never seems to slow down here.
