“Ah, the boy wonder arrives.” One of his vampiric blokes greets. He sits down and immediately a shot of warm blood is served him. He downs it. “Things aren’t working out.” He sighs.
“How so?” One asks.
“I try to be still but the anger inside me is peeled.”

“What’s the problem?”
“Nothing.” He knocks back another shot.
“You’re not penitent now are you?” the second asks.
“What? No. No, just tired. Jaded by the centuries if you will. And this headache. It’s driving me nuts.”
“Hogwash now. What you need is company. Not us of course, you bore us but we don’t hate you, which is clearly beside the point.
We’re saying a missus perhaps.”
“That? Not that.”

“Someone to kick the blood rush, spin the nanny, dazzle yer dizzies y’know. Love.”
“Through with that. I got no place for such worldly events. Not with this thing here giving me a hell.” He downs another shot. And another. And another. And four more. Mumbling something to himself, he starts to throw cashew nuts up in the air and catching them in the mouth. One unfortunately missed and ended up in the left nostril, choking his windpipe and creating a bit of a scene when the blokes had to keep smacking him at the back of his head till the nut came out.