Who: @autumnshowell When/Where: Port Eerie, around 1am
Sammy wasn’t really doing anything people came to raves for. He was here to work, to keep an eye on supernatural happenings and note anything worth noting. That’s why he wasn’t in a super flashy outfit, why he really wasn’t touching the drinks table, and why he was really just trying to keep his head down.
Everett being here was his lifeline, the thing that kept him from looking too out of place in a crowd of people having fun. Verbena-laced water bottles, confirmation that the watch Ev had picked out for his outfit was silver, and an agreement to meet up at the entrance area and regroup if they were separated were what it took for him to be alright bringing him here after the last supernatural gathering they’d gone to, but he didn’t regret it.
The crowd did win, eventually separating them and forcing him to wander around on his own trying to keep an eye on anything that looked like it might put someone in danger as he made his way towards the agreed-upon meetup spot.
Bingo. A vampire across the room, fangs clear as day, had someone cornered, leaning in slowly for their neck. No time to call Shiv, no other hunter in sight, and no matter what his misgivings were about killing, he had to get that person away somehow. He picked up his speed, elbowing through the crowd and—
TRICK! While dancing to the music, you step on a set of werewolves' toes and interrupt their careful choreography. They smile at you, but it's not a friendly sort of smile. Luckily, someone shows up at the last minute, scaring them off.
Whoever it was that he’d stepped on the toes of, they were tall, glaring at him like they were glad looks couldn’t kill, since that would take away the satisfaction of killing him themselves. At least he wasn’t splitting his energy between trying to figure out how to get out of this and trying to figure out how to reach that vampire, since a quick look at the duo he’d spotted before made it clear he’d misread something. Which meant the only person here who might end up bleeding was him.
Awesome. Great. Fantastic. Wonderful. So glad he decided to put his time into being here instead of back home handing out candy or letting Everett drag him to a slightly-more-human party where he could force a smile and actually have the room to dance.
He looked around, trying for any opening in the crowd, any gap where he could start running and hopefully lose them.
