The middle-aged vampire folds his arms across his chest. Judge him all Ghoul likes. He's not the one that spilled the drink. He does his best imitation of a Californian accent as he answers him. "Yes, seriously, dude."

Cooper gets right back on the phone, dialing up another number. He's soon knee-deep in a conversation with Iona, a vampire older than dirt and with far more cats than city ordinances allowed. He thinks that he's got her vote in the bag, but he wants to make sure. Ghoul will find him speaking in Irish Gaelic and wrapping up the conversation as he approaches. "Go raibh maith agat," he mumbles, savoring the smell of it for a moment before he takes a sip.