Conservatory: Ben, Mickey, and OPEN
"Mickey's already advised me before I came here to keep my fangs to myself. Unless you have some sort of time-traveling spell, shut up about what I should've done," Ben snapped and licked a stray drop of whiskey from his lower lip.
"Seemed like an open invitation. He didn't tell me not to come here. And I'm following his two requests." the fangling stated as he stood there, not backing down with the help of liquid courage.