Party's eyebrows shoot up, but otherwise he keeps a pretty good poker face. He learns a lot from his brother, even if said brother is younger--like how to keep it together and act like nothing's ever going on.

Hell, huh? Party doesn't believe in hell--because surely he's lived in it long enough--but there's a hint of amusement in hazel eyes. He's in the back of his beat up, spray painted trans-am, having literally just woke up from a solid power nap.

"Relax, I'm on your side," He assured. "Name's Party Poison. Grab the little thing and you can get outside just fine."