[@nerminator][@akje]
The Countess smiled, charmed by the alien's strange tongue. However, when the screeching began, her eyes widened and she appeared startled. Finally, once it had stopped and her hair had become a bit of a mess from the sheer force of the wind blowing out of the alien's mouth. She blinked and snapped her fingers, her maiden fixing it quickly like a pro until she looked as together as before. Her thralls crowded the bar now and she relaxed, going back to flattering herself with the fan. "John Doe," She began, noting how 'fashionable' the changeling beside her looked. She tutted, leaned forward and gussied up the cleavage of the changeling that appeared now as her. "Simply adorable~"
[@KiraChan][@Horrid]
Her eyes slid over to the foul wench that dared not address her sliding into the seat beside her. Even attempting to rival her appearance so it seemed. Pitiful. She would be dealt with, later. But then another, an attractive male no less, waved at them. She looked to lock eyes with him and smile. Avalai raised a hand, using her finger to beckon him closer, he had her curiosity. Telling what he was would be difficult from this distance.
[@oakman]
The Queen of the Vampires stopped fanning. She didn't move, and didn't appear to breathe.... not that it would be necessary. As the reaper stopped moving his jawbone her fan snapped shut, immediately causing all the Thralls, whom had been talking jovially, some men flirting with the women, men with men or women with women, etc, all stopped and turned their head. 

"Snazzy," She grinned, cocking her head to the side as she came closer to the bar. 

"Darling," She leaned over the bar now, her fan hooking underneath his jawbone, not touching him with her hands but with her fan. 

She took a breath,

"Do you know... What I ordered?" Her eyebrows went up, her thralls tense in the room. "A sidecar with a few drops of blood. The Bartenders blood, specifically. It's SO hard to find healthy aged zombie at this day and age. Living too and prepared to happily give his fresh, undead, LIVING blood."

She leaned closer, her face level with his. Her voice dropped to a whisper as her eyes narrowed. "Do you know what I can't have, with you as a bartender? Huh? Snazzy? Old Friend? ...Well I'll tell you."

She leaned in closer, her nose almost in his nose-hole.

[h1]"A MOTHER FUCKING SIDECAR WITH A FEW DROPS OF THAT BARTENDERS BLOOD IN IT."[/h1]

Avalai leaned back, displeased. Her thralls visibly relaxed. The Reaper and She would know each other from the passing of centuries, and he would be no stranger to her temper. She quickly opened her fan, her eyes closed, and flattered herself with it once more. A scowl was set into her brow. The handmaiden relaxed, but sighed. No one was safe when the Red Queen was upset.