Being Human
What if Mitchell in Season 1 was trying so hard to fit in to human society that he got carried away and ended up accidentally inviting Nina (who doesn't know about vampires and werewolves yet) over to play Rock Band? This is what could have happened…
Mitchell had been a vampire for so long, that he forgot whether he liked other people out of a genuine interest and empathy in others or out of insatiable vampiric blood lust. Whatever the reason, Mitchell liked people. It wasn't difficult, for instance, to show interest in the lives of people he only just met—he didn't even have to fake it. He did more than remember names with faces, he could remember favorite books, off-hand gripes, lifelong dreams. Mitchell knew he was the kind of individual that absolutely fell to brooding, melancholy pieces when he was alone for any long period of time.
Well, even if it was an evolved trait that simply came from being a vampire, it could get him into trouble. Like when he tried to impress people. He absolutely loved trying to impress people. The problem was, of course, when he got carried away. Or when he forgot that he was only pretending to be human.
Take Nina, for instance. Mitchell could see why George liked her, and at the moment he was spending his lunch break trying to impress her. Originally he was trying to invite her over so that George could have a chance to develop their relationship a little more. But Nina was the sort of person you really wanted to impress even without realizing, and before long Mitchell was recounting the days when he used to play drums with Pete Best at a Liverpool café….Oh, yeah, this was going to end well.
"I don't mind telling you I'm pretty good at the drums," Mitchell said, trying to get Nina to even just raise one eyebrow at his glamorous past. She just took another drink of her coffee.
"Well, you don't look like a Band geek," she said.
"Oh, I loved it-there was this epic drum solo at- -"
"I've only recently started playing," Nina continued, perhaps hoping to keep him from ranting again, "But I've just played Metallica. Fade to Black and that kind of thing."
Mitchell's mouth dropped open. "You've played with Metallica?"
"Well, yeah, it's the only set my friend's got," Nina said, and, in response to Mitchell's blank stare, added, "That is what we're talking about, right? Rock Band? That game you play on X-Box?"
"Oh- - er- -" Mitchell said, trying hard to hide his embarrassment at misunderstanding her meaning and trying to still appear cool, "Yeah, right. Rock Band."
"Well, if you're so epically good at it, maybe we can play a bit when I come over."
"Oh, I don't think- -"
"What, is George really that bad?"
"...No, that's not it- -"
"Then you're not as good as you say you are."
"Alright, fine," Mitchell said, his dander getting up, "You come over and I'll show you what a rock band's all about, yeah?"
"Perfect! We'll see if your bite's worse than your bark."
"That's George."
"What?"
"Never mind."