Bob frowned. "Cornellio did his best, but you can't change a man's nature. Mine, for example, doesn't like most of the guests. Too much vampires in one place, but do you see a single shifter? He didn't even bother to invite any. Witches, yes, and humans, but they don't stand out much. My kin commands attention, that's a fact. It all looks all nice and calm now, but I swear to God this won't end without someone's blood being shed. And not one of these flowerpeople." He nodded towards one of the official donors.
"Is that so?" JJ drawled out. "I wish I had less trust in your intuition."
"I really hope it's wrong this time. Can't something go without violence, for once?" I asked, addressing no one in particular.
Bob chuckled. "Never. Violence is in human nature. And, as I will never stop repeating, vampires are just as much human as any other guy."
Alright, plot-wise this just calls for trouble. But IRL, you'd think, what can really happen in ten minutes? What are the chances? Yada yada.