Even Party pulls a face at the guy. Can't he see that they're having a fucking conversation here? Who walks into two dudes yelling at each other, anyway?

"Shit, man." His voice drops to a stage whisper. The last thing he needs is to get in trouble with his pack or one of the other factions that they're still getting along with. "You wanna wind up a pelt on some fuckin' vamp's wall, be my fuckin' guest. Don't know why I even bother."

He shifts his weight, hikes his bag higher on his shoulder and walks away, rolling his eyes and muttering all the while. "Fuckin' idiot."