[VOICE-TESTING]

[nohybriddadno]

[THINGS WILL GO HERE]

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[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...

[nohybriddadno]

Everyone knows the rules, we keep it clean.

[scherzando]

Exotic food is tempting, but I don't know... What if I'm too shy for a food orgy and I get performance anxiety.

[bitesperminute]

[mouthing to himself: "As if"]

[nohybriddadno]

The level of depravity isn't quite as high as you're picturing. Sorry to disappoint.

It's a normal party just with vampires and biting, dress casual.

[scherzando]

Aww.

Ah, well. Maybe we'll show up anyway. [looks up at Seth] What do you think, sugar cube?

[bitesperminute]

Think you'll manage to behave? We've only just met Mr. Marcel here, after all.

[nohybriddadno]

Just Marcel, please. Mr. Marcel sounds way too formal.

[bitesperminute]

Marcel, then.

[scherzando]

[o u]

Anyway, you worry too much. I'm not suicidal anymore, so I can promise no bloody excesses.

[nohybriddadno]

Whoa. Should I leave you guys alone?

[bitesperminute]

[doesn't even blink]

No, no, it's fine. He always does this.