"Whoa, Johnny? Nice costume," said C. with bravado as he boldly slapped the werewolf on the shoulder. C. entered carrying his gym bag, and acting like he owned the place.
Johnny just grinned a toothy grin and closed the door behind the unsupsecting quarterback.
C. had started sniffing. There was a confused expression on his face, but he shrugged it off. Johnny sniffed his armpit wondering if he stunk or something.
The quarterback turned and grinned, he was all smiles. "You know, Johnny, I used to think you were a jerk, but you seem different-cooler. Maybe it's those guys you hang out with - you know Sei?" C. rolled his eyes. Then to Johnny's surprise C. draped his arm familiarly across Johnny's shoulders, and squeezed him. C. was treating Johnny like a team mate, no more than that, like a best bud.
Then Johnny remembered the advisory on the bottle that said his werewolf sweat would work like an "attractant". Johnny glanced at the bulge swelling in C.'s jeans. This was working out better than he had planned, maybe he wouldn't have to bite C. at all.
"This place will be perfect for our bash. I brought my costume, I'll phone Dan and Rico and they'll phone the rest of the team," C. said.
He made the calls on his cellphone, and then asked, "Is there a place I can change before they get here?"