He shook his head and stepped a few paces down the bar before hopping onto a stool and slapping his hand flat atop the counter. "Hit me up, Freddy boy! I need something to wash this nasty damned taste outta me mout'," he drawled through his teeth as he held onto the smoking cigarette with them. The barkeep rolled his eyes and went to pour the vampire a bit of liquor. "You keep running yourself at the mouth, Charlie, and one of these days you're going to run yourself into a big grand hole dug to be your own grave," he warned. "Ehck," Charlie, the vampire, scoffed in a snort right back. He toyed one hand at his shirt. "Been there, done that, got the t-shirt." And indeed, his old faded-to-grey-black shirt bore the symbol of a fanged skull and two large words scrawled in Chiller styled font reading "DEATH SUCKS". At long last I have finally gotten around to producing this iconic shirt design from my vampire character, Charlie Simons. Give people a double-take with this fanged skull hat!