Darius groaned as he stumbled through the hall, completely naked. He didn't care if his aunt and uncle saw him, and Remy had more than seen the whole show, so he was nothing like conservative.
His head felt at least three sizes too big, and he had an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, lighter in hand, obviously on his way outside to smoke. He paused when he saw Pete, then sighed, turning around again. "Remy, get some pants on. We've got a bastard infestation."