Re: Kennet & Ghede & Open - Beginning of evening (Kennedy drive by)
Kennedy wasn't drunk, per se - drunk on festivity, maybe, her natural exuberance bubbling out in the presence of a bitchin' party. She'd gone full movie vampire, sloppy blood trail and all. Fake corset, though, if the way she danced like she had no spine was any indication.
She wasn't at the bonfire to stay - not when there were activities and booze and music and dancing - but she was making the rounds, a veritable black tulle tornado bouncing from spot to spot. Drink in hand, she danced her way near a tall blonde elf king and her favorite spirit undertaker, in earshot just in time to hear Ghede's comment.
"Stole it, or ate it," she commented, giving Kennet a big thumbs up with the hand not holding her drink. "Lookin' hot, boss. You too, Ghost Dad." She reached up to give Ghede a peck on the cheek, winked at Kennet, and was gone a second later, echoes of a cheerful "Happy Halloween!" in her wake.