It's no longer a door to his current residence.
What the hell.
...It being empty, he creeps inside very gently. It's a bar, there's no threshold to hedge him out. What's going on?
Absent much else to do, he goes to sit on a barstool. Actually he pokes it first, then sits down.
"What!" he manages, after a bit.
"Do you do blood?"
"Well, I was going to see if there's anything to that 'virgin's blood' thing, but now I'm curious. Recommend me a vintage, friend sentient bar."
"Oh, very nice. I'd never considered the BAC thing, I'll have to keep that in mind when I return home. Maybe I'll hit some drunk virgins next time I have a centennial."
The door opens again.
The girl who opens it looks like she's in her late teens. She's very thin, but in a sort of sleek way, the sort of look you'd normally need Photoshop to get. Her skin is paper white, her hair and eyes are ink-black, and she's very heavily accessorized - there's stuff wrapped around the base of her ponytail and braided into her bangs, she's got necklaces and bracelets that don't look like they're principally for decoration, bags and wands and crystals hung from the sash around her waist. Her mouth drops open a little when she sees the place, revealing ivory fangs; the door falls shut behind her.
Leo raises his glass to her. "Well met! Nice shinies, are you some kind of enchanter?"
"Did you kill the door? That's inconvenient. We're in some kind of bar with a habit of replacing doors with itself. Come on in, have a drink, apparently you don't actually have much choice, sorry about that. I've never heard of commas, what would those be?"
"Sure you'll pass? Bar's very good at drinks, and the first is free. Door went somewhere probably, you wound up here for reasons, I have no idea who vi'Naav is but that's a really cool name. What's yours?"
"Yes! Virgin's blood, in fact, apparently it really is magically delicious. Good nose there. Nice to meet you, Leekath, I'm Leo. Vampire of the Red Court and layabout aesthete."
"Oh, there's already anywhere between four and ten different kinds of vampire depending how you count it, what's one more. I suppose you'd be, I don't know, Blue Court or something. What's your lot do?"
"Well, there's Red Court, which I am, we're delightful rubbery monster things in human flesh and we drink blood. There's Black Court, they're dried-up rotting corpses and they drink blood and get everybody pissed off about vampires by being generally awful. And the White Court eat emotions and sparkle and are a bunch of prissy little twats. Oh, and there's the Jade court but they stick to China and I know fuckall about them. I think their legs are stuck together or something."
"Well, usually I go for the neck, but it all goes down my throat anyway. What, do you have to use a straw or something? Bar can probably provide."