In pop culture, vampires are always shown sipping a glass of red wine.
I guess it's because it looks like blood or something.
Honestly, though, I think red wine tastes like shit. Give me an ice-cold beer any day.
But whether it's red wine, beer, or any other kind of alcohol, what really matters is who you're drinking with.
And that's exactly why even beer is hard to enjoy when I'm stuck sharing it with Frank Pyton, one of the fastest-rising names in New York's organized crime scene.
He's a man in his forties with slicked-back black hair and piercing ice-blue eyes. A sharp jawline, a perfectly trimmed beard, and that classic Italian-American look that makes him seem like he walked straight out of an old gangster movie.
He only came to New York four years ago, yet he's already taken over a huge chunk of the city's criminal underworld.
