"Well you're going to get very used to them here," Sam offered a sympathetic look. "And my advice would be whatever you think you know about demons, probably worth forgetting. This place seems to delight in throwing the unexpected at everyone."
Weapons. Now that was something Sam could relate to. Less from the point of view of a barowner, but more the point of a former freedom fighter. And the partner of a Mandalorian.
"Most of the dealings do tend to be with weapons. And I'd start carrying a stake if I were you," he smiled with an almost innocent expression. "For the vampires." The smile become more of a smirk. "And most of the good guys like a good weapon too. Seen some of them around, they're generally an okay group."
He nodded, looking distractedly in his pocket a moment before pulling out a slightly battered business card and a pen. "Come by any time," he turned the card over and scribbled an address. "Here, that's our address and the Center. It's run by a woman called Cathy McDonald, she's good to know. And hey, anyone who wants to buy a drink is more than welcome at the Lux, any time."