The Party: After Midnight
Mickey was in his underwear. His shirt had been lost pretty quickly, but his pants? No clue. He still had his shoes on, than god, otherwise, he might've had to go in for a tetanus shirt the next morning.
Three Kitsunes had gotten hold of his body, covering it with arcane symbols that resembled Celtic runes. There were three recognizable symbols there: all of them arrows, all of then pointing at his junk.
Mickey wasn't sweating, but he was dancing like a maniac. His Spanish body was going with the rhythm, thrashing back and forth with other dancers on the floor. "We're going down," he shouted to the sky, "I'm calling timberrr..."