Graveyard Date
The nights were drawing in, but it wasn't impossibly cold yet, so Vaughn was wearing a nice, light sweater over a shirt, and some pants he didn't mind getting dirty in the inevitable mud that was coming his way at some point. He was following Ash into a graveyard, the kitten demon made a mess wherever he went, the odds were this night was going to be more than just drinking.
For his own sake he brought a six pack of cider and two big bags of cool original Doritos. Not that he couldn't handle heat, but...maybe he couldn't really handle a lot of heat.
The old, old part of the cemetery meant that Vaughn had to walk through the well kept part, where everything was neatly laid out and tended to. Passed all of that to where the walls started to crumble and things started to grow where they shouldn't. There were a few people milling around, possibly visiting graves but, Vaughn suspected, snooping around for some of the ghosts that no doubt lived here.
There would be junkies, too. And homeless people. They'd start creeping out of the woodwork eventually. But for now Vaughn wasn't concerned, choosing a path that wound up to the very far corner, assuming he'd find Ash en route.