At the Bar
After the host went off to find a suitable donor, Rob took a seat at the bar and ordered a water. Natural vampires were capable of eating and drinking other things besides blood, but Rob didn't tend to imbibe much outside of necessity. He would have ordered a drink for Susanna, but he knew that Susanna was no longer there, and that it was very likely going to be Ricky who finally appeared. Pierced, ink, and intensely distasteful. It wasn't something he looked forward to.
Would that he had more control over the hiring process at the Red Door. He'd make a point to raise standards, and improve the quality of the personnel. It wasn't his establishment, however, and he had to make do with what was being offered on tap, as it were.
In the interior pocket of his slate grey coat, there was a small leather folding kit with several tools tucked inside designed for drawing blood. Various sizes of needles, tubes, and a plunger syringe, as well as a short cutting implement. In another pocket, sealed in an airtight bag were several pairs of non-latex surgical gloves. Needless to say, the accusation that his interactions with his blood donors were impersonal were not entirely unfounded.
He said very little to the bartender, and mostly sat sipping his water and waiting, entirely unaware that there was something of a harem forming in his honor. As a man who didn't care much for surprises, that was probably for the best. If anyone could be offended by excess of a good thing, it would be Rob.