Lucas arrives at the Denny's at the head of a crowd, his face ruddy with illicit alcohol. Half of the people in his party disappear before even coming in, having seen something freaky through the window and not wanting to be part of it. The other half shout and murmur, and as Lucas spots the two strange creatures... Well, they're people, probably... he considers for a moment following his fellow partygoers.

But he wants pancakes, and why not come in? He's on the network too, now. It's not that the people he's with are cowards so much as they're other underage drinkers who are too smart to get mixed up in something unpleasant that might get them breathalyzed. He saunters up to the table after they all clear out, eyeing the two of them.

He doesn't even ask to be seated yet, just beams down at the two of them. "Hey guys. How's it goin'?" The casual lope of his shoulders and the slight stumble in his step make it clear enough that he's drunk.