Henry grimaced and held his hands over his ears as if the repetitive beats booming through the Crypt were deafening him. Truthfully, he'd heard the music turned up twice as loud at Matt's annual Halloween party and he'd been stomping his feet right along with it, but he wasn't exactly pleased that Vlad had dragged him here so he could make out with his rebound girl. And he wasn't pleased with her, for that matter. The girl wore COMBAT BOOTS, for christ's sake, like she'd just walked out of World War II or something. As he was internally ranting he caught a glimpse of shiny red pleather and turned. Henry checked out the girl that passed him and raised an eyebrow. The girl had cleavage up past her collarbone; Goth-y or not, boobs were boobs.

Vlad nudged him "I'll be right back Henry. I've got to talk to Snow in private"

Henry watched him walk off, a girl from across the room rose to follow him. As a parting shot for Vlad leaving him in this creepy club alone, he shouted "Is talk code for make out with?" Vlad didn't acknowledge this but a few girls in heavy makeup looked at him as if he were something that'd crawled out of a dumpster out back. 'right back at'cha.' he thought, putting his hand to his mouth and licking between his fingers in the most vulgar gesture he knew.

"Hey!" He jumped as a hand landed on his shoulder. He turned and saw a girl he vaugely recognized from school. One of the goth kids that'd introduced Vlad to this joint. She had a few peircings dotting her face and purple-streaked hair, but other than that she hadn't laid the whole 'queen of the underworld' thing on too thick. He even thought to compliment her yellow checkered converse but she spoke before he could. "You're Vlad's friend right?" She asked. She seemed to notice that he was checking her out but didn't mention it. She squared her shoulders and didn't wait for an answer. "I don't know what sorta wierd stuff goes on back there." she indicated the door that Vlad and Snow had slipped through. "But i'm letting you know right here and now that if Snow gets hurt by Vlad even the tiniest bit, i'm holding you responsible. And you do NOT want that. Got me?"

He wasn't sure how to answer such a blatant threat from a GIRL, so he just half-nodded and said. "Like your shoes." before he waved her off and went to sit at one of the couches. He sunk down into it like it was a beanbag, the thing was so beaten up.

After a second of closing his eyes and letting the massive couch cushion cradle him he heard, "The hell are you doing here, McMillan?" he cracked an eye irritably and saw a sight that really topped off this crappy night. Silver hair drooped over glaring eyes that were fixed on him.

Henry sneered, "Looking for you of course." He hauled himself off the couch and stood an unmasculine distance from the other boy "Let's have a kiss, love."

Kristoff seemed about to punch him, but his fist didn't raise past his waist. "Really. What the hell do you want? It's not like you'd just come slumming here." He spun and sunk into the velvet couch.

Henry perched near the edge of it with him and said, "Vlad's out back with some chick, so i'm waiting."

Something seemed to flash in Kristoffs face and he stood, shouting "Tell your friend to stay away from Snow! He doesn't have any right to fuck around with her!"

A few people were looking in their direction but Kristoff still stood, still fumed.

"Chill out, Dave. I'm not happy about it either."

"My name's not David, i haven't been David for years, stupid." He swung him self back into the couch with a thump.

"Oh, right, and I'm Fabio now instead of Henry." He rolled his eyes. "You can't just go changing your name because you think it's cool."

"One: i do what i want. And two: i've never been cool, you know that."

Henry inwardly flinched at this. it sounded like something Vlad might say when he was feeling mopey. He thought carefully about what he said next so as not to tread over any delicate memories. "Do you remember... that one time at the pool?"

Kristoff's face went blank for a second then it lit up and he nodded. "At that old chick's house across the street? Of course i remember, we used to swim there all summer. When we were..." He mouths the word friends, but says nothing more.

"We were kids back then, so tresspassing wasn't a big deal to us. We used to climb the fence and swim all day, since Miss Locksley was too deaf to hear us splashing."

"There were lots of kids that did it,huh? But i always thought of it as being our spot." He coughs as if he hadn't intended to say so much.

"Hey Da- Kristoff? Do you remember the last time we went to that pool? When it was just the two of us and-"

Kristoff shifted uncomfortably and he interrupted, "I don't really remember details; just that we always went."

Feeling suddenly daring, Henry placed a hand on the other boys knee and looked him in the eye. "Don't pretend you don't remember it." He lowered his voice, so quiet that Kristoff was practically reading his lips rather than listen through the music. "We were hopping out of the pool early to dry in the sun since i forgot my towel when it started to rain...