Summerstock - End of the night, and another unpleasant discovery

The bar closed down at two. All three James were puking drunk at this point, and Marta was the only one who was sober enough to drive the company van back. I could barely stand. There was going to be hell to pay tomorrow. We all piled into the van, which was somehow both harder and easier to manage. Harder; because none of us were actually coordinated enough to get in the van, and easier - because nobody much cared where the ended up.

"Hey, we're missing some people! Coop and umm.... Carissa?"

"I'm here!"

"Katie?"

"I'm here!"

"Shit... umm... Crystal?" No answer. Well that wasn't good. It was a long trek back to the theater. An argument broke out whether or not we should look for them; although nobody was really up for the task. Luckily, while we were still debating who was the most sober besides Marta, Coop and Crystal, both very mussed, came out of the bar.

And into the moonlight. Before any of us could react, Coop transformed. It wasn't pleasant on uneasy stomachs. Sort of like a big wave, followed by a few aftershocks. Those of us who hadn't puked suddenly felt the need to. But when it was all over, Coop was a wolf.

And through my drunken haze, everything made sense - the non-speaking roles, the flea joke, the reason he was at Darkwoods. And then it hit me. He was banging one of the nymphs. And he was a wolf. I wasn't sure which was worse.