From the corner of her eye Rachel, watched Saint and Dahlia, hoping that her greeting didn’t draw too much attention, while she choose some fruit from one of the platters. She didn’t want to be rude to either of them, but Rachel didn’t care to get as up close and personal with Saint as Dahlia did. Rachel had been here long enough to be comfortable around just about everyone, except a few. Mostly she was troubled by the owners, Marcus (she didn’t care what anyone said, who would hire human security for a place like this), and Saint. Perhaps if Saint was around more she would have grown more accustomed as she had done with just about everyone else, but then again maybe Saint was disturbing because talking to Saint was so much more difficult than just having a regular conversation, just looking at Saint for that matter was so unequivocally not normal.
Either way Rachel breathed a sigh of relief when Sebastian spoke up, let him draw their attention. Maybe Saint and Dahlia would catch up for a while, while she had a nice conversation with Sebastian. She was beginning to wish it had taken her just a little longer to get ready so she didn’t have to follow Sebastian around until more people arrived when Bryant came in. “Oh, you can’t barge into an open door, so don’t be silly, it’s always good to see you Bryant.” While Sebastian and Bryant spoke she quietly nibbled on a few pieces of melon as she tried to make out the white bits Bryant’s scrubs were supposed to be. It was impossible to work it out just looking at the obscured top but finally Rachel caught sight of the tibia bone on the bottom portion of his scrubs, “He could be your skeleton Sebastian.” Could be if appearances went more than skin deep in this place. Still she had to giggle at the idea, “You’ve had to split yourself into two surgeons because of all the trouble we can get up to tonight.”
Bryant’s question about her costume brought a delighted sparkle to her eyes and pulled her lips into another large smile non-replicant smile, “Yes.” That was the best part of Halloween for Rachel, the recognition be it of hard work or simply like minded folk. Once Sebastian offered his own take on the costume she reached out and give Bryant's arm a grateful squeeze. “Oh no, he’s got it absolutely right, although I can’t really blame you for not realizing it Sebastian. I really should have planned better and got a better dress, something grey and more geometric.” She shrugged her shoulders, maybe she would remember to look for a better dress and try again after a couple of years. “I just used what I could find in my closet last minute, and counted on the hairstyle to really nail it.” Of course she had more hair than Sean Young so Rachel hadn’t been able to perfectly replicate the hair style either. The end result was close, close enough for recognition at least. Thanks to Bryant she wouldn’t have to just settle for being a random woman from the 40’s or apparently a supermodel. Either alternative wouldn’t have been worse than last year when she had applied faint blue glow paint to her hands and face and worn the most modest dress in her closet to be Marie Curie.
“Who wants drinks?” If Saint was going to be fluttering around the place she could certainly use a drink from the bar, but not a strong one.