*Andrew looked around in a confused face as he neared the house. To be truthful he had never been to the pack house, so if he was off by a few doors he would blame it on lack of knowledge.* "I need a bagel." *He mused to himself as he jumped off his bike in front of the house that he figured was his best option for finding his uncle. It smelled the strongest of him, so it was either his house..or he pissed on it just to spite him.* "And a stiff drink. I wonder why they call them stiff drinks. Who wants to arouse glasses of liquid. Perverts." *He said shaking his head and putting his bike on the lawn. If it was nicked it was perfectly good reason to go nick a motorcycle. Karma and all that.* "I should start a survey on people who prefer stiff drinks to not so stiff drinks. That'll sort out the pervs." *And with that he made his way up to the door and gave it a few knocks.* "Hey! I'm selling cookies! You wanna buy some?!" *He yelled out, hoping someone had a cookie addiction and rushed to the door. Cookies did that to people.*