She shrugs. "Gators are pretty simple. Slimes can't even get through the suits, ditto for snakes. Magic-using gators are kind of a bitch to deal with, not gonna lie, but they're very rare and the suits have some warding. Sewer ghosts are assholes, but we don't have to deal with them. And as for the serious shit... well, that's only twice a year, and you get a flamethrower."

“Right. Sure. What's the schedule?”

"Mondays and Fridays, usually from 4 to 6 but overtime if it goes over."

“See you then, or is there some paperwork to do now?”

"Nah, we'll interface with admin. You go ahead and enjoy your Friday night."

He waves and departs.

But — that. Yes, that. What does one do as a TEENAGE SUPERHERO on a Friday night, anyway?

…he'll ask Isaac, and probably regret it, but hey, you gotta try some things.

He FLIES roomward.

Isaac is in the room, wearing a black cowboy shirt and tactically applying gel to his hair. He looks up. "Ah, the prodigal roomie! How was whatever you were doing involving large quantities of rubber?"

“—surprisingly boring.

“I actually had a question. Are you gonna make me regret it?”

Isaac raises his eyebrows. "I'll make an effort not to."

"Then the question is what to do with a Friday night around here."

Isaac grins. "Strand. What do teens do everywhere? We have irresponsible and unsupervised parties. I am as a matter of fact headed to one such right now, but I can bring you along with me." He considers Jonathan. "I can wait up if you want to shower first."

He grabs fresh clothes and heads for the shower.

Isaac awaits when he returns!

"Excellent. Ready to go?"

"Is being ready actually possible?"

He is damp but appropriately clothed. He puts his stuff in his pants. Pockets.

Isaac shrugs. "For some people, it's downright routine." He seems to weigh an idea in his head for a moment, but shakes his head slightly. "Let's get going."

He locks the door and climbs out the window, hefting his backpack over his shoulder.

He is surprised by this route but follows, floating through the window.

Isaac leads him on a slightly circuitous route to an out-of-the-way classroom building. He opens the door and goes to the nearest elevator; when the elevator opens he ushers Jonathan inside and presses the Basement button.

"Party's in the tunnels," he explains.

“As long as it's not in the sewers. I might have left some things behind for that.”

Isaac snickers. They reach the tunnel level and Isaac leads Jonathan to a particular featureless section of wall, which he knocks on in a particular pattern. The wall opens up to reveal a large chamber behind a shimmering barrier where some rowdy teens are silently dancing while some other, less rowdy teens stand around talking silently.

Isaac strides through the barrier, to much raucous but silent cheering.

He steps through the barrier as confidently as it is possible to do when he's not entirely convinced it won't be a solid surface for him, or something.

It's loud in here! Not so loud he can't distinguish people's voices, but there's music and a decent amount of shouting. After the silence of the hallway it's rather disconcerting.

"-Jonathan, he's my roommate," Isaac is saying. "Don't get too rough with him."

"Would we do that?" asks an unreasonably handsome redhead with glowing scars all over him, grinning nastily.

"Be nice, Alan," says a painfully thin girl with four arms and very sharp teeth, draping herself over the redhead. "Don't worry, I'll keep him under control."

Alan rolls his eyes and sips his drink.

Now that he's properly in the room, he may notice Jesse standing off to the side with a red solo cup in her hand. (Everyone has a red solo cup. It's a teen party.)

There's various other folks, including the shapely blonde with the cow tail from the other day, standing next to the same horned old woman. (Is she a teacher or something? What's she doing here?)

…he has no idea what he's doing.

Does Isaac look like he wants to introduce him beyond that, or is there a person in charge or something? If not, he'll head over to Jesse, her being the least dubious person in the room as far as he knows.