Arlo James

See what it's like to be a vulture's lunch

He could hear that music from here. This had to be the place right? The vampire paused at the end of the street to glance down at that piece of paper in his hand. Abigail had scrawled down that address before rushing off to her evening class with the promise she'd meet him at the party later and introduce him to this pack of hers she'd mentioned a few times. What did a Were Pack even do? Was it like a vampire coven? Who in the hell was this Frost guy? Those questions that turned about within his mind readily prompted the vampires hand to lift and run through his dark hair. Was it wrong of him to have these apprehensions? Surely Abigail wouldn't be hanging out with anyone dangerous right? Then again, she did love making friends ...with just about anyone. A sigh of sorts managed to fall from his lips as Arlo tucked that piece of paper with the address back into his pocket and began to stride down towards that house with its lights and music and people all but spilling out of the front door. Whoever this pack was they had least had friends. That had to be good right? He'd been trying hard, of late, not to be so, well, overprotective of his girlfriend. She'd managed to survive all that time until she'd met him, that was something wasn't it? Maybe Sebastian said those vampiric feelings of possessiveness were normal and yet he never said how damn long they'd last for. It was probably forever. Typical.

Arlo managed to shake those feelings from his mind in that moment as his feet brushed agianst the top steps of the house. The door was already open, the way it usually was with house parties, Arlo hardly bothering to knock as he stepped inside. That music, in the very least, was nothing short of acceptable. The guitar riff of that song was readily familiar as a small grin found its way to his features. At least this pack had good musical taste. Arlo's gaze shifted readily upward then to glance around that house. It was....big. Did the entire pack live here? Was that how Were's did it? Then again that could hardly be true. Abby didn't live here after all. His blue gaze shifted once more to glance past several people and toward that drinks table, the vampire making his way towards it then. God he remembered this, from his human days, those tables of drinks he'd have down nearly all of just for the hell of it. It had been fun once. Hell, he could hardly remember half those parties he'd been to. Most of those memories seeming to end at tables just like this.

Arlo reached forward for one of those cups then, the vampire lifting it upward to sniff at whatever was inside before placing it back down, the rest of those cups yielding similar results. His human tastes, it seemed, had hardly fully returned. At least not as far as this sort of drink went. He was hardly hungry exactly, after all, very few beings at this party even smelled remotely ...pleasing to him. The lack of other vampires assuring the Crusnik hardly felt the hungered urge and yet still, didn't they have anything a little more ...exciting to drink? Maybe whatever this was would have to do. Everyone else seemed to be enjoying it. Arlo reached down to snatch one of those cups from the table before making his way back through the crowd. How in the hell Abby was going to find him in this he hardly knew. The scent of Were was almost overwhelming. His shoulder collide heavily with someone then, Arlo only just managing to catch that drink as his gaze glanced upward to eye the young woman he'd collided with along with her companion. The both of them discussing just what other food they might put out.

"Oh, hey, is this your party? Ab's told me...er....Abigail....my girlfriend, she told me two of her pack ...friends or mates or....whatever the word is you use were putting this on. I'm meeting her here. I'm Arlo. Hey, do you have anything with more......kick?"

Blood would have been ideal and yet really, he supposed, asking for blood wasn't exactly in the party spirit.....