my life is a bad vampire sitcom

He shook his head and turned around to go back to cleaning and straightening up behind the bar. “If you don’t want to be called that, you shouldn’t be talking like you’re some kind of alien or whatever walking ‘among us boring humans’,” Mauro snorted lightly.

Cecilia paused a moment before she slowly chinhanded. Stared at him a moment. “Wait…could I be called an alien? Bro, help me out, okay if one comes out of the universe, like a lil’ goop of it, do you think that makes them an alien?”

“I think that qualifies, maybe. If they didn’t come from Earth originally.” He gave a small shrug. “Hypothetically, I’m assuming here.” Mauro raised an eyebrow at her.

Zax hesitates, then nodded. “Yes. Sci-fi convention! But, I can maybe go an change if.. If is problem.”

When people seemed less interested with the explanation, Mauro felt a little more at ease and smiled reassuringly at Zax. “Nah, it’s fine. Just first I’ve seen somethin’ like that. What would you like?”

Tail flicks slightly, fingers resting on the bar. Smiles and nods. “Hallo?”

This was going to be a problem. Especially with how the other patrons were staring. “That’s an elaborate costume you’ve got there. Some kind of convention going on?”

He shook his head and turned around to go back to cleaning and straightening up behind the bar. “If you don’t want to be called that, you shouldn’t be talking like you’re some kind of alien or whatever walking ‘among us boring humans’,” Mauro snorted lightly.

“..Dammit. Thanks for th’drink then, anyhow.” He’s hungry, as always lately, but oh well. Getting some alcohol, nice. And it’s got fruit in it! So probably sugar! Good enough. Took his drink when offered and didn’t chug it, at least. Don’t chug fruity shit. That’s not classy. “..plannin’ on any parties on new years eve?”

“No, not really. Only moved here for a short time, don’t really know anyone aside from my roommate. So it’ll be a small little celebration. Might just work the night for it.” Mauro offered a thin smile. Patiently waiting to be paid, didn’t want to be too rude about it.

Mauro almost took him up on that offer, but his nose tickled with the scent of garlic and he stopped. “Actually, uh, I think that has garlic, right? I've never reacted well to garlic. A lot of strong spices hate me, actually.” He laughed it off easily enough. He wondered why he kept getting a whiff of something foul. 

“We, uh, don’t sell chips here but I can fix you something, sure.” This was a pretty small bar, didn’t have a whole lot in the snack department. Peanuts maybe, if you’re lucky. Mauro turned to make a Malibu Pineapple Daiquiri on ice, shaking it up before pouring and handing it over to Luke. There you go pal.

“I-I-I’m sorry, what?” He’d just set the beer down on the counter for her when she asked that. After all, this was a very human bar, and admitting to be anything less than human would not end well for him. Mauro gave a small, nervous laugh. “That’s a joke, right? I’m not following.”

“Huh?” Cecilia gave a little frown, taking the drink and taking a sip. “Oh this is good! Very good,” she leaned on the counter again before gazing up at him again. “A joke? No, I’m not joking. Maybe my little radar is broken, but I could have sworn you were like me. Well, not like me in the direct sense, you know, but YOU KNOW NOT HUMAN,” she coughed, which was why she got loud. And also because damn homie spit out your words.

Leon snorted. “Well, you’re more adventurous than I am. For the record, the answer was being eaten by this horrid carved gnome statue my mom had in the yard. Had night terrors about it.”

Brows went up at that. He tried not to laugh too much about it and tapped fingers against his lips while smirking. “That’s...somethin’. I probably would’ve been terrified too. Who even likes gnomes, anyway?

Cecilia watched him with interest as he listed off the flavors. “Ooh. Let me have that then, the Kasteel Winter,” she gave a nod before glancing around the bar. It was nice, roomy feeling. Giving another nod, she turned back to the bartender. “So what kind of bar is this? Like one for humans, for supernatural beings, a mix, what?”

“I-I-I’m sorry, what?” He’d just set the beer down on the counter for her when she asked that. After all, this was a very human bar, and admitting to be anything less than human would not end well for him. Mauro gave a small, nervous laugh. “That’s a joke, right? I’m not following.”

Mauro was currently battling chopsticks, trying to use them to twirl the noodles as if that’d help him. Just ended up dropping chicken. SIGH. Time to go back to forks. “Mm? Ah, yeah, I used to have a lot of pictures but I kind of lost them in my old place.”