Board the Night Train, they said. We need to keep our ears to the ground now that vampires have a seat on the Council again, they said.

Well, to hell with all that. It's only been maybe a couple hours since he's gotten on and he's already had his fill. While he'd been expecting trouble with vampires, what he's instead stumbled upon is a wealth of fake-polite dismissals and chilly looks from witches, of all things.

Being stuck on a train swarming with them doesn't seem all that appealing anymore. Not even the promise of endless alcohol can console him. He backs up, blindly groping behind himself until he grabs hold of a sleeve that he assumes is attached to one of the other wolves he'd come here with. He doesn't turn around far enough to see his mistake, which is why he carries on with an irritable sounding, "This shit's for the birds, I'm gettin' off at the next stop. You staying?"