Honolulu Heights, Barry Island, Friday

[chosehumanity]

"...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 not let that throw him off his stride. "Yes," he said, decidedly. "It's a fantastic game for two to eight players-- oh, forget it, I'm just trying to think of things to keep you occupied."

... so yes, George handled it exactly like George Sands would.

"I can keep myself occupied," the little vampire said, sighing, and sat down on the bed.

It took a few moments before that one made it through to George's brain, but as soon as it did, he dropped the pillow. "Oh god, you're a teenage boy, of course you can." Ew ew ew ew ew.

"Hello!"

George had never been that happy to see Annie before.

"Don't you ever knock?" the boy - Adam - said, eyeballing Annie.

"Oh, I don't have to, being a ghost has some perks," Annie said. She had a smile on her face, her hips shifting a little as she spoke.

"Well, not around me, I don't want ghosts popping up all over the place, it freaks me out," Adam complained.

"You're a forty-six year old vampire," George pointed out, taking a moment to eyeball Adam right back, "who dresses like a child. Don't call her freaky."

"Anyway," Annie said, clearing her throat, "I'm just stopping by to see how you boys are getting on."

"Badly," George said.

Adam leaned over and kicked him.

George nearly toppled over, spun around on one foot, balanced precariously on it for several moments before setting it down on the floor and letting go of a belated, "Ow!"

He pointed a finger at Adam. "He just kicked me!" he shrieked. "I-- Annie! Tell him off!"

The look Annie gave him made it clear that this was not the most mature, manly thing she had ever heard George declare, but also that it wasn't exactly in the running for the least mature, manly thing he had ever said.

George sighed. "I need to call Mitchell," he said. "Again. He's still not answering his phone."

"You've left ten messages," Annie pointed out. "Maybe it's time we tried something else."

"Yeah," George said, rubbing the back of his head and giving Adam the stink-eye. "But who else do we know who knows anything about vampires--"

His eyes met Annie's eyes.

"Right," George said, and dashed-slash-stumbled-slash-flailed his way out the door towards the phone.

[[ for he who has been handwavily summoned here, and myself. Parts taken from Being Human 3x01: Adam's Family ]]

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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.livejournal.com]

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.livejournal.com]

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

[bitten_notshy]

Jack almost smiled at that.

"And thank Christ for that," he said. "But I meant more that you may be even less intimidating at a glance than I am, so perhaps you shouldn't judge people by appearance. Or by being a werewolf, if that's what you mean."

[46goingon16.livejournal.com]

"Another werewolf?" Adam sighed. "Mate, you don't look like a werewolf, you look like you just walked off the set of Twinks 4: A Gay Porno--"

"You, shut up," George said, raising his voice. "If you don't, I'm--" Beat, "... Annie's putting her foot down!"

[bitten_notshy]

Jack sighed, managed not to look as though he was going to laugh.

"Let's sit down and calm down before anyone has a heart attack," he suggested. "Then I would love to hear more about Adam's taste in pornographic films."

He hadn't made it past Twinks 2, himself. The cinematography was lacking.

He glanced to George. "Mitchell's still on walkabout?"

[46goingon16.livejournal.com]

George sighed. "I don't know where he is, no," he said, shoving Adam inside so Jack could actually walk in. "Which is typical, and also a pain in the ass. He's a vampire teenager, I don't know how to talk to regular teenagers, let alone vampires."

You were barely in your twenties, George.

Adam heaved a great big sigh. "Apparently we've got a game of Buckaroo down here somewhere."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack wasn't sure exactly what that was, but Adam's tone made it clear it probably wasn't how he wanted to spend his afternoon. He glanced to George, slightly amused he was so terrified by someone not even five years younger.

"I think we can do better than that," he said. "How long are you staying here, anyhow? I couldn't quite follow that bit."

[chosehumanity]

"Just until his father's out of hospital," George assured Jack, "Or... I don't know. I'd been hoping you or Mitchell had some kind of..."

Flail.

Annie nodded encouragingly.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack shook his head. "Sebastien's not running a foster home anymore," he said, keeping his voice flat against the twist in his stomach. Sebastien would have known what to do.

"But if it's just for a little while" -- he glanced back to Adam -- "want to get a pizza and find something horrible on TV?"

It had always killed afternoons back in the dorms, anyhow. the other thing he could think of would be a walk around the island, and he didn't know the landscape enough to suggest that with a vampire he didn't trust yet.

[46goingon16.livejournal.com]

Adam shrugged in a really sixteen-kind-of-way. "Sure," he said. Better than Buckaroo, anyway.

He paused mid-turn, though, and added, "Who's this Mitchell guy anyway? Another werewolf?"

[bitten_notshy]

Jack shot a surprised glance to George and Annie. He thought all the vampires in this world at least knew Mitchell's name, but apparently...

"He's a vampire," he said uneasily, brushing curls off his forehead. "They didn't tell you?"

[46goingon16.livejournal.com]

"No," Adam said, but he visibly relaxed. "Finally. Somebody normal around here."

[bitten_notshy]

"Annie's normal!" Jack protested.

All right, so she was dead, but so was Adam!

[46goingon16.livejournal.com]

"She keeps-- ghosting into my room without warning," Adam protested. "Not that I don't get her wanting to see the goods--" Gesture at his pants, "But that's just creepy."

[bitten_notshy]

"All right, yeah," Jack acknowledged. "She could knock. I don't think it's -- flirting, though."

He frowned, wondering about something George had said. "So you live with your actual father? As in, the human one?"

That was different.

[46goingon16.livejournal.com]

"And my mother, until she died," Adam said, feigning casual. He sank down in one of the chairs by the big Hawaiian print. "He feeds me."

[bitten_notshy]

Ah. That explained -- a couple of things.

"I used to feed my guardian," Jack told the big Hawaiian print. "Before -- well, before things got odd."

More odd, anyhow.

"It's how it's done, where I'm from. Though not normally parent to child."

[46goingon16.livejournal.com]

Adam shrugged. "My parents just wanted to keep looking after me, I guess," he said, "Doesn't matter that I changed."

[bitten_notshy]

"And you didn't mind?" Jack asked, curious. "Not leaving home or any of it?"

[46goingon16.livejournal.com]

"All the moving around wasn't exactly fun," Adam admitted. "But hey, new town, new girls, right?"

[bitten_notshy]

"New life," Jack said in agreement.

He rummaged about the tables, eventually came up with a remote and clicked on the television. For all he'd made fun of George's flailing, he wasn't exactly finding oodles in common with Adam either.

[chosehumanity]

Lucky for him - or maybe not - there was some banging around outside, the sound of keys in the lock and a nervously jittering George heading towards the front door. "It's Mitchell," he called, and lo and overhear, someone stepped onto the mat in the hallway.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack stiffened slightly, ran a hand over his hair. "I'm visiting," he called back. "George brought someone home he wanted me to meet."

He figured the rest would be clear soon enough.