Everyone outside
The drunk kid looks blearily up at Nerina, his eyes traveling over her face before he sighs. "I know what every else knowsh. It's shome kind of monster, most people shay it's a giant . . . a giant . . . pig! That'sh it." He looks down at the ground, one foot scuffing at the stone in front of him. "It shows up, and shometimes it takes someone - usually a girl - and carries them off into the woodsh."
He looks up at the others as well, aware of the males and Hikaru, even though he knows they're trying to stay distant. "It sometimesh takes men too . . . do you think," he laugh-hiccups, "do you think it'sh gay?" Shaking his head, the kid takes another drink from his bottle. "And other times, it showsh up just to wreck up the place." He gestures to the beaten up trash cans. "I guessh this time, it wanted to break shtuff."
He stands, far more steady on his feet than someone who's that far into a bottle should be able to, and brushes the dust from the back of his jeans. "Look, I don't know a whole lot about this - I've never sheen it personally - but if you want to talk . . . I could maybe find you shomeone who hash." He holds out one hand to Nerina, eyes drifting over the rest of the group. "I'm Torc Olaffson."
Nerina smiled. And shook his hand with ease of one who has shaken a lot of hands. "Please to meet you Torc. I am Nerina Moana. Most call me Nerina though. If you could find us someone with more information, I would be most grateful."
Nerina wondered if the boys or Hikaru were going to say anything or was this all on her.