He raised a brow. "I'm not a spectator."

The raver kid probably didn't deserve to be shaken down for his stash, but LIKE HELL he was going to point that out now, or even worse, stand by on principle and let Emilie do all of the work.

Besides, he'd probably taken enough by now...and punching someone who was wearing that much neon would probably do more good for the world.

Ciaran led Emilie through the throng of drunken teens and over to their new little friend. He didn't seem to notice them at first. Pity.

He let go of Emilie's hand and took hold of the raver's wrist, twisting it up his back. When the kid started to struggle Ciaran did the same with the other wrist.

There, nice and subdued. Kind of.