"I can't believe you're actually forcing me to do this." Darren whined from the backseat, "OK so I stopped hanging out with these dorks when I was on the smack, but when I got clean you didn't see me going back, did you? You'll find out for yourself, these parties are the always bad, bad news. Really. Bad."
     "Hum? I lost track, something is bad...?" Vitus was so good at pulling a poker face it was impossible to tell when he was joking sometimes. It effectively killed the whining so maybe that was the intent afterall. He pulled into the wooded parking lot to the Dragomir estate and Jack recalled a dreadful memory. The night he died he parked here. He half expected to see his old brown beater still waiting there, but he remembered the ignominious fate that befell that poor vehicle.
     He and Vitus wordlessly stepped out of the car, leaving Darren behind to sulk, as they stepped out in to the parking lot. Tristan cut a tall and intimidating silhouette but with supernatural vision they could make out his squirrel-like jumpiness and the way his eyes would dart about like he expected an enemy to fly from the bushes at any moment. He smiled like a scared animal, but there was also a hint of genuine joy.

       "Let them out of your sight for a second..." the noisy party was distracting even with Jack's special senses. He still wasn't good at sorting out all the extra information, unconsciously tracking on ten drunken conversations at the same time, thousands of unidentifiable smells and even the taste of people's breath from meters away. Confusing. --and gross. As he sifted through the unfamiliar faces, he imagined Tristan traipsing off after an errant butterfly.
       "He probably just met up with Vitus... Though I didn't see him either, isn't he supposed to be watching Darren? God, I'm almost as bad a babysitter as... Wait, he IS the other babysitter. Oh no..."