Honolulu Heights, Barry Island, Friday

[chose_humanity]

"...Now this here is your room, isn't that fantastic? I think there's a game of Buckaroo downstairs-- one of the other guests must have left it behind."

"Buckafuckingroo?"

The surly teenager standing before George gave him a look that went beyond disbelief. George, being George (and being rather preoccupied with sorting out the boy's sheets) did

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[bitten_notshy]

Jack wasn't sure why, exactly, he was the go-to person for George to flail at. But at the same time, it wasn't as if he'd given serious consideration to not coming to Barry Island.

Perhaps that simple fact was justification enough. Anyhow, he'd never met a teenage vampire before; he was curious how bad Adam could be.

He was knocking on the door within a few hours.

[46goingon16]

Predictably, George nearly leapt up with enough strength to put his head through the ceiling.

"It's not Mitchell," Annie said helpfully, bustling after him as he went down the hall to answer the door. Which he opened, ready to say hi to the new arrival, but--

"Jesus," Adam muttered, sticking his head in between Annie and George. "That's your vampire expert?"

[bitten_notshy]

The teenage vampire was making an excellent first impression, Jack would tell you that. He bristled.

"Yes," he said, nodding a greeting to Annie and George. "I'm Jack. You aren't passing for Count Nosferatu yourself, you know."

[46goingon16]

"Of course I'm not," Adam shot back. "Just because I'm a vampire doesn't mean I should dress like a goth."