Chloe & OPEN
If Chloe were honest with herself, she would never have chosen this particular costume. The pentagrams? Nice touch. The sequins? Sure. It was just the sheer amount of skin that the sexy devil costume showed off. She'd been a mom for so long, she tended to veer closer to the conservative side of fashion. At least the tulle in the back feigned some sort of coverage, and if anyone got too close, she had a pitchfork to stab them with. For now, she was standing closer to really long food table, trying to figure out what she could snack on. Maybe she'd get a drink.
Maybe she'd get two drinks. It'd help her relax and she wasn't here on a sting or anything. She was here to have fun. She knew how to do that. She'd been doing that since she got here. Sort of.
She missed her job, her friends, and her daughter. She was trying to think of this as an extended vacation, except that was hard when the hotel and it's environment reality warped on her. The only constant thing she'd experienced was Lucifer and she'd even forgotten him at one point. Then ended up in a room with him. This whole experience was a wild ride, so a party seemed like a nice way to take the edge off, high heels aside.
Finding some of those fun little mini-quiches that looked like they were topped by spiders made of olives, she popped a few on her plate. Her pitchfork was tucked awkwardly under her arm as she did so. Now she just needed to figure out what kind of booze she wanted.