After changing into fresh clothes and phoning a friend for a ride, Alex was already in their beat up Toyota, driving to Brooklyn. He was quiet the way there, grinning to give off the impression that he was having fun. In all honesty, car rides made hime somewhat nauseous, and his ID did not permit him to drive just yet. The minimum driving age here was 16, but that was with parental consent. And his fake identity made him almost seventeen, but he'd still have to wait another year before he could apply legally. It was one thing to make up an identity for yourself. It was another thing to make up parents. And parents had to pay taxes and have jobs, and no matter how "special" he was, there was no way he could keep up that sort of charade indefinitely.

Before he had come, however, he had made sure that he had all of his "things" with him. A .22 caliber handgun, a switch blade, a spare burner cell, all hidden on his body. Just in case another pawn found him, and he had to fight.

They parked two blocks away, almost all of the parking closer had been taken up. Upon seeing the house, Alex raised his eyebrows, impressed. Well now, wasn't that a nice middle-class house? Structurally unsound, maze-like garden, small pool, something built to look good. Before entering he made sure to take note of all exit and entry points, just in case he needed to run.

The sound was almost deafening. Alex had never been one for this new age 'hip-hop' and rap music, honestly he rather missed the music of the 60's and 70's, what little of it he had heard. There was just something about that rock and roll genre that clicked with him. It was fun, it had rhythm, and it broke rules. And he did love breaking rules.
But this new stuff? He had heard quieter orchestras than this, and that was saying something! Why was it that American music was always so loud?

Still, he had to pretend to enjoy it, and stood around chatting to people while they were still sober. It was amusing, he would admit, watching everyone become drunk and disoriented. He would sit and wait for a while as more people showed up. If things were really good, maybe they could set this abomination of a house on fire?

He found the liquor cabinet easily, examining the bottles. While other people were raiding the fridge, looking for beer and wine coolers, he was rather pleased with the selection of scotch. Oh, so someone in this house did have taste? Taking some ice cubes and a short glass, he poured his drink before replacing the bottle. Chances were these children would content with their low alcohol level drinks. If they did try and whisky or vodka, they'd probably ruin it with a shit load of sugar and syrup. Liquor wasn't ice cream to put sprinkles in, it was a drink to be enjoyed in refinement. He had spent most of the past century in a freezer and even he knew that.

As the inside grew more crowded, he moved outside, sitting near the pool with his drink. Putting a cigarette in his mouth to ease his headache, he was in the midst of setting it aflame when he noticed someone else was outside. Oh, it was the orange floozy from earlier. How dull. Perhaps she was too smashed to notice him? Either way, he paid her no heed, looking back through the windows with a cruel sneer at the so-called festivities taking place. Oh, how fun the people in this new age were to watch.