Laura and Open
So far the parrty appeared to be going well. Laura couldn't be happier at that fact, she'd been a bundle of worries most of the day with the preparations for the party underway. Nothing could wrong, she couldn't let it. The trust Rae had placed in her when passing the cooking to her made failure an impossibility. She wanted to prove that trust wasn't misplaced. But now she could relax and join the party. Unfortunately, that meant she was one of only a handful of people out of costume. She just hadn't had the chance to put something together. She'd settled in the end on a simple pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt against potential chill and her bleached out hair pulled backup in a ponytail.
She wandered around, pausing when something caught her interest. She'd watched the guy by the fire entertain the children with card tricks. There werea few other's being fairly attention grabbing, but Laura was always more comfortable on the fringes than fully immersed in the party scene. It was a kind of personal irony that she could plan a party with the best of them, but didn't really enjoy them.
Making yet anotherer circuit, she kept her eyes peeled for any setup issues that needed fixing. Even in a party as low key as this something could always use a little attention. A little nudge toward perfection, it was a little nuerotic but years working in her mom's catering business was hard to ignore. Pleased with everything so far, Laura found herself a nice place on the edge to hang out as a creepy onlooker.