[VOICE-TESTING]

[nohybriddadno]

[THINGS WILL GO HERE]

Comments

[scherzando]

[a beat]

. . . I like this place already. Can we extend our vacation?

[bitesperminute]

Subtle.

[nohybriddadno]

Hey, you're welcome to stay as long as you want. Just gotta go over a few rules first.

[scherzando]

[well idk about you friend, but I'm taking this chair and sitting back on it, rules first or no]

Ohhhh, this should be good. But tell us your name first, this is a bar after all!

[bitesperminute]

[angelo pls. he's just going to move a little to the side, not sitting down]

Sure?

[nohybriddadno]

I'm Marcel. How about we start by getting you guys a couple of drinks?

[flags the bartender]

So, what are you having?

[scherzando]

I'm Angelo, and I'll have one of whatever he has [points at Seth with his head].

[bitesperminute]

Oh, are we here together, after all?

[turns to Marcel] Seth. And we can get our own drinks, thanks.

[nohybriddadno]

Come on Seth, I just want you to feel welcome.

[scherzando]

[popc]

[bitesperminute]

Oh, I feel quite welcome already, thank you!

[nohybriddadno]

[to Angelo]

You're the fun one, he's the party-pooper?

[scherzando]

Ha! Nothing as simple as that. I'm sure we both appreciate having one of the great sights of New Orleans go out of his way to talk to us, but, you know. That rules thing... It's an instant turn-off. So, out with it. You're in charge here?

[bitesperminute]

[YEAH NOT. SAYING ANYTHING ELSE FOR NOW.]

[nohybriddadno]

Yeah, I'm in charge. Listen, it's pretty simple don't kill humans, if you do kill a human talk to me or one of my guys and we'll handle it. We love tourists as long as they don't pick a fight.

Deal?

[scherzando]

Yeah, yeah, same old don't-go-fang-crazy-on-our-cattle-centered political drama. You'd think the afterlife was something different! [shrugs] Fine by me, chief. Or should I call you boss? Prince? Some bullshit title like that?

[bitesperminute]

[STILL NOT SAYING ANYTHING though he's at least amused]

[nohybriddadno]

Just Marcel is fine.

[hands them each a card, there's a single fancy M on it, a phone number and an address]

We're having a get-together tomorrow night, I'd be happy to have you both over.

[bitesperminute]

[turns the card over a couple of times, examining]

Fancy! What sort of get-together, exactly?

[scherzando]

[yyyes I am also interested in hearing the answer to this question]

[nohybriddadno]

You know, music, dancing, blood. Still no killing, but we have humans over they end up with a hell of a hangover.

[scherzando]

Ah. One of those all-you-can-eat buffets, huh.

[bitesperminute]

Angelo, no.

[nohybriddadno]

[LAUGHS!]

No, no, he's got the right idea.

[bitesperminute]

Are you sure? Because if all your guests treat it as a buffet...