Finally Some Downti - wait what

"Well, excuse the swear, but shit." Nix suddenly, as the vampire put it, stopped 'chattering his teeth' and glanced back at the kid in question, nodding. 'Didn't realize. Sorry. Got a lot of rambling in me, yeah. Pretty loud in class too - but I know my stuff. Anyways. I must be giving' you a hard time, yeah?" For once, he stopped. Something about the wine being a combination of blood and wine... Oh. Right. Because vampire. Jesus, he was smart. The sarcasm in the words directed at himself stung. Eh. He was used to it. "Yeah, makes sense - blood, no offense, but it doesn't taste that great. Least, to me it doesn't. Anyways - sorry again 'bout the manners. They're usually spot-on, but I guess they suck right now. Uh. Yeah. I'm Phoenix Jamston - but most of my friends call me Nix. Practically my legal name, really. Much easier that saying Phoenix all the time, righ- ah crap, I'm rambling again."

"Diam. Just Diam. Got some sorta James-Bond- y kinda vibe. It's cool. Short, sweet, snappy - yeah. As for the wine -" and here he paused, took a sip of his own drink, some sort of green apple cocktail - "As for wine, I like the stuff, but to be honest, any wine'd brighten up blood. From what I hear, it's really metallic - tasting, so yeah the wine's probably take off the edge a little bit. I mean, some of the goooood-quality stuff, for sure - cheap wine ain't gonna do jack shit, y'know? But that's a good choice, I hear." Here he pointed to Diam's drink. "Aaaanyways. Yeah, I got something to talk about... Probably. Yeah. So, since you're mentally mature, do you qualify as a citizen, or do you go to the school? I mean, it's kinda hard to tell. I myself go to the college up there - it's been a blast so far. I got into the Student Council, can you believe that? Me, in the council? Pretty sweet, right? A-Anyways. Yeah. Another question - um. Sorry." And then he realized - Nix had forgotten to breathe in between sentences, so he stopped dead, allowing Diam to squeeze in a word edgewise.

"Ohhh. Riiight. Okay, I see you. I see what you're saying, that is. Um. Sorry. Anyways. It's still a cool name. Diam." Don't trip over your own words, kiddo. C'mon, English like a normal adult would.
Nix leaned back against the bar behind him, nodding casually at Diam's discussion of drinks. "Yeah, okay. yeah, that's true. It's a blood-infused drink, and without trying ti I kinda get the gist, but y'know, not the full flavor. You were kinda right - mine is a green apple drink. Tastes great, but - again - probably not to your preferences.... Then again, everything can be an acquired taste, right? I mean, hey. If I can get used to onions, then really anything is possible." Cue another chuckle, another sip. "The Council spot I got's pretty sweet though. Got a few friends on the team, plus some new faces to shake it up a bit. Perfect combo - and Im getting off topic. Damnit."
Clearing his throat, he attempted a different, more concise approach to answer Diam's next question. "Oh. So that must mean you could apply if you wanted to, but you don't care much for it. That's alright, too. You know, you are a very wise kid."