"...How sure are we that we're all speaking different languages? Because I'm pretty sure Sparkle Party's Irish, and we all apparently use similar money. I think that we're all 'vampires' and you're some weird thing that's translating wrong."
"I'm not saying whatever word you're saying. I'm speaking Leraal. It's the idiotic translation magic," says Leekath.
"So we're kinds of miscellaneous, ah, Earth vampire," says Maggie, "and you can be..."
"Elcenian vampire?" attempts Leekath.
"Elcenian vampire it is."
"Nah, I was calling you Sparkle Party because it's funny. I can stop. Anyway, Lydia, I'm glad you are now a more comfortable special snowflake. I could probably turn myself into a bat if that's the issue at hand, but I'm not 100% sure I could turn myself back, so... probably not doing that."
"Dragons can turn into bats. Have I mentioned your world is super weird?"
"Dragons are OP," mutters Suzanna. "Nerf dragons."
Abruptly, a small and terrified girl runs into the bar! The door vanishes behind her. She squeaks wordlessly, then lets out a much louder wordless squeak when she notices people.
The girl is preoccupied with desperately searching for the door. There is a black courtier in here she wants OUT.
The girl flinches at the mention of her species. The corpse glares. "Oh, would you stop cowering? I'm not going to kill you, I'm occupied with other things. Besides, there's witnesses. And we've never met. I'm not Drakul, I don't kill people for existing."
The girl is distracted from her cowering by irritation. "I'm not a little girl! I'm twenty-three years old*. I'm just... short. And she's scary. And you kill people."
*Twenty-two and a half.
"I make neat tidy punctures in my fiancé's neck with his enthusiastic permission and I drink a bit and then I perform a blood-replenishing working so I don't have to wait three weeks between feedings or go to other sources," says Leekath.
"Fine. I'm twenty-two and a half. It just... sounds dumb that way. And I'm not a little girl."
"That's what I said!"
The girl seems to have latched on to something Leekath said earlier. "You don't kill people?"
"I know a my-kind-of vampire who's never killed anybody," Maggie says. "He's an odd duck."
"The White Court don't do anything with blood at all," explains Leo. "They're all about emotions. Lust and intimacy, in this case, or so I'd imagine from that description. I'm sure your parents are very proud of their little vegan. Or, no, what's the opposite of that, horribly ashamed. Horribly ashamed of their little vegan."