There wasn't anything about this ritual that made Emerson want to jump in his car and take off to participate. He'd had to talk himself out of a very fun evening alone with his guitar, some cigarettes, and a bottle of cheap whiskey. Zeph lived with the girl, and if he was going to seriously consider this coven thing, he was going to have to seriously consider whether or not he could handle being around the other members of it long enough to not want to take a long walk off a short pier.
So, he strode toward the lake, admiring the set up for the ritual with a raised eyebrow. He could give credit where credit was due. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his old blazer, and he was just putting out a cigarette as he got close enough to Roxanne. Had he missed the memo that said costumes were required? Not that she didn't look good in it.
"Big crowd," he commented. "Set-ups nice, though."