Pete had just finished drinking blood from a random drunk woman in a alleyway behind a club, dropping her body and walking back into the building like nothing happened. Looking to enjoy the rest of his night, until,Pete sees someone from his college class, shooting drinks down his throat like its water. Completely hammered and men and women gathered around him, you dont look like you love the attention but is currently tolerating it because none are talking to you. Pete is thinking to make sure your safe and go over there, walk you home, it would lower the suspicion he's the reason for all the disappearances. He decides no, but he doesn't have better judgement. So over he walks. Scooting right next to you, and in a soft tone, Hey, Mikes, what are you doing here? We should probably get you home, yea?