"A Jack and coke, and whatever you're having!" Lucas answered, giving the hot goth barmaid a grin. His fingers picked at the patch of paint on his thumb, trying to worry it off the skin it had been attached to all day, the house he'd been painting insisting on using the heavy duty pavement paint on the driveway and it taking so long for him to apply that he hadn't taken the time to make sure it was all off before heading out that night. It sort of blended in though, being red. Matched the red leather jacket and pants he was wearing as his costume, with the black shirt, homage to the Thriller album that had been making it big since 1982.