Witch or vampire?

A hold up

"Well I brought this bottle of Pain, and I got Murder on my brain.

Come on and give it a try if you wanna Die!

If we're going to Hell tonight, I ain't going without a Fight.

I know I can't take you on, but hell, I'll try... But hell, I'll try."

Bottle of Pain, by Combichrist

I turned back to my last guest.

"Your boss trusts you, doesn't he?" he said when Jake had left.

"Yeah, he does."

He held up his glass. "Two more to go."

I raised an eyebrow. "You really wanna drink them all?" I wondered.

"Yep." Short and crisp.

I took a new glass from the shelf and poured the 8-year-old Wild Turkey.

"This one also naked?"

The salacious undercurrent of his voice wasn't lost on me and I blushed a little. "Yeah, but not hand-warmed."

He just grinned. "May I invite you, Helen?" he asked.

I was surprised. "I don't drink during business hours", I replied.

"Well, technically speaking this place will close in", he peered on his watch, "five minutes. So, come on, don't be stuffy."

I hadn't noticed what time it was, but now I pondered on it shortly. This wasn't the first time I'd been alone with a last guest and he would have one more bourbon before he'd leave. Why not? I thought.

"Alright, but only if I get your name", I replied and took a new tumbler, pouring myself a single barrel on the rocks. We clinked glasses.

"Damon Salvatore, pleased to meet you."

I grinned. "Helen Corey, cheers", I returned.

Swirling the bourbon for a moment, I inhaled its scent and sipped at it.

He scrutinized me, I saw it from the corner of my eye. The bourbon burned a little bit on my palate, but not unpleasantly and I closed my eyes to enjoy the taste without distraction.

"How come a young woman like you works as a bartender in this area?"

His question brought me back to reality. He cocked his head to the side and gazed at me.

I leaned forward on the counter, resting on my elbows. "My family lives here and Baton Rouge is not the worst place in the world. One's got to make a living somehow, right?"

He shrugged. "Yeah, that's right."

I looked him over. His leather jacket was a little out of fashion, but not worn out. Either it was very good leather or he really tended to it. Jeans and shirt were pretty new. All in all, he looked dapper and pretty stylish despite of his casual appearance.

"Found something interesting?" he asked and now he eyed me up.

A little flustered by his inspection, I took another sip.

"Nice outfit", I muttered and averted my gaze.

"I have to return the compliment", he answered and ignored my blush.

He emptied his glass and gave it back to me. When I took it, our hands touched coincidentally and a palpable electric jolt shot through my hand. The tumble slipped from my fingers, but he caught it and put it on the counter.