J-S stepped outside as his break began, carefully lighting the cigarette he'd been thinking about for the last hour. He needed to be cautious lighting these things, and it wasn't just because he had alcohol on himself usually, but he knew his undead body would go up like gasoline soaked paper. Smoking as a vampire was almost stupider than it had been as a human, but after all these years, he wasn't exactly about to stop. Besides, it was one of his few vices that he could tell people about, one that didn't involve killing anyone other than possibly himself. And if that happened, it wasn't that big a loss, was it?
He was a murderer, a blight on society, and he had been for years now. After the attack in Paris, he'd been left confused and unsure of what he was, but once he caught on, the learning curve was a quick one. By the time he did find someone, he wasn't learning anything new from them, something that angered him as he'd come so far in order to seek their wisdom. Turns out vampires were less complicated than parrots, as he had more care tips for his African Grey than he did for himself. Not exactly something to be proud of.
Blowing the smoke into the air in a grey plume, he looked at the crowd that had either come out for some fresh air or a cigarette like himself. It was a big bunch tonight, he'd been pouring tons of drinks and doing well on tips. He was happy to play up the whole French thing, complimenting women sincerely, or by telling them their toasters were coughing ducks. Either way, it would keep him in his apartment, and his bird Pablo on the expensive seed he'd decided he loved. It wasn't the job he'd always dreamed of, but it fit him, and it helped him meet some interesting people.