Teagan and Archer and Open (Late and only partially fashionable)
Archer was a late arrival, in large part because he was working. Of course, he'd just worked a little over twenty-four hours straight through (some of which were really fucking slow hours for pure security work, and he'd maybe attended to a few other chores that needed doing). So maybe he was here on a break. More of his lateness could be attributed to the sporadic frequency of his attendance in the meetings. Sometimes, he'd show up for weeks on end and say little or nothing, listen to others that needed to talk, join in with the sympathetic nods.
But every once in a while, the nephilim spoke up, talked about what it had been like to be a cop and how hard he'd worked to keep secret what he was. The first time he'd said anything even remotely revealing about himself, Archer had skipped a month of meetings afterward. Years of protecting himself and his family kicked in a response very much like flight or fight... and since he had no reason to fight these people, he'd taken a road less traveled for him and avoided Sunday night meetings.
He was better about that, now. More... relaxed. Not relaxed enough to scare up a costume for this holiday party -- nothing about a Halloween costume struck him as professional -- but enough to be glad he was here, to be able to look around the room and see a bunch of people he thought of as friends. Friends he was bound, by duty and by choice, to protect. He, Archer, existed here so that the whole lot of 'em had the ability to get together for a Halloween party without worrying about someone wanting to hurt them. Well, hurt them without paying for the privilege.
Since he showed up a few minutes after Teagan had gone through the room, when Archer's eyes lit on her over by the banquet he didn't have a fucking clue what she was up to. It was only as he got closer that he could see the white fur on the red costume, the sack, the attempts at a gift-box pyramid. Santa. Or something like him. At least the 'bowl full of jelly' stomach was nowhere in sight. With a smile twitching into place, he made his way over to the myconid. He settled in beside her and quietly asked, "Want a hand with that?" gesturing to the stack.