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[injectablefame]

Party is starting to settle in. London is still a new city, but not so new that he's getting lost every time he goes outside. Learning the sights and the smells and where is or isn't safe for him to go has had a learning curve to it, but he thinks he's getting the hang of it as much as any new werewolf could.

Of course, he doesn't necessarily always give a shit. There are a lot of art galleries outside of the areas he's been told to stay--many in Hackney--and he's not about to avoid all of them just because someone tells him to.

He walks around the gallery opening in his ratty clothes, pushing his greasy red hair off of his face and studying the paintings and sculptures with a sort of rapt fascination. There's free wine and he manages to lose count of how much he has by the time he's stumbling home.

Once the opening is over, it's late and he's walking home through the streets of Hackney back towards the areas that his new pack have control of. He's keeping his head down enough about what he is that he's not expecting much trouble, but he's always ready for a fight if need be and he's too drunk to bother hiding that.

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[dredefulchilde]

Joscelin smiles, showing fang. "I'm afraid that is entirely beside the point." This one must be young indeed, to be so brazen. Or foolish. A lack of caution is very often evidence of a lack of wits, in his experience.

"You're here. And that makes you a dead man."

[injectablefame]

Party bares his teeth as if he's actually a wolf and they gleam in the moonlight. It's possible he's been practicing that in the mirror since he was a kid.

"Gonna kill a man for goin' to an art show?" He cocks his hip to the side and raises an eyebrow.

[dredefulchilde]

Oh, he's pretending to be a real wolf. How adorable.

"Is your peculiar sense of self-importance a particularly American trait, or are you just a simpleton?" Joscelin wonders aloud. "I don't care if you've just been at an art show; I've killed men for far less."

[injectablefame]

"Doesn't seem like I'm the self-important one here." His toes curl in his beat up shoes, like he's digging his heels in to stand his ground in some subconscious way. Playing safe has become a low priority for him. He's seen people killed over nothing and he's not running from it anymore.

This is probably the exact behavior that worries his parents in the first place, but he doesn't care about that, either.