"That's the lemon, pumpkin butter, and bitters, Jackson." She repeated his name mostly because it would help her remember it. Not that she was likely to forget, but good bartenders made a point of the little things.

"Try this," she suggested and pushed a rocks glass with a less creamy but still orange drink in front of him. It had cinnamon as a swizzle stick. "I'm thinking of calling it Vampire Blues." Only after she pushed the drink into his hand did she ask, "Did someone give you the bad news yet, or is it up to me?"