"Thank God," Jeremy muttered, straightening up as the oompa loompas finally stopped singing. "It's not that I don't like the song," he said to Jack. He was all up for a bit of pirate singing, but the oompa loompas just pissed him off. It was all a bit cliched, and he'd never been a big fan of that Willy Wonka bull.
Jeremy, not wanting to be outdone, forced himself to down the rest of the rum in his glass as Jack did, shuddering again as he placed the glass back on the table. Before Jack had a chance to pour him any more, Jeremy called over one of the oompa loompas serving and asked for a beer. The little orange man seemed to appraise him for a while, and Jeremy was worried he was going to be turned down for the alcohol, but after a moment the oompa loompa shrugged and went off towards the bar. Jeremy gave a little sigh. He liked this place. Getting a beer without being IDed or having a vampire there to get it for you was pretty cool.
"Yeah, it's awesome," he said, finally giving a genuine smile as he was able to reflect on his new career path. He'd never imagined he could do something like tattoo people as a living, and he still wasn't sure he'd do it if he actually had a choice, but it was better than working in a restaurant or behind a reception desk.
He nodded. "Sixteen, Mystic Falls, Virginia." He didn't know whether it was true and he really did have the small town look about him, but he guessed Jack had travelled the world and seen all sorts of people so it wasn't much of a shock. "And dude... they're called vampires. I don't think they'd appreciate being called blood suckers." Even though that was primarily what they did when they weren't fighting all sorts of supernatural drama somehow related to his sister.