There wasn’t a whole lot of excitement in keeping watch over a party for kids. Not that Silas had been expecting much, but so far he’d been mostly keeping out of the way of things, staying under the radar, for lack of a better way to put it. Truth be told, if they hadn’t needed security down here he would’ve been up with the adults drinking. Seemed as good of way as any to celebrate the holiday.
Not healthy, he knew.
But there was only so much stress he could manage before unhealthy coping mechanisms came into play. Least he could safely say he wasn’t and wouldn’t fall back into some older habits. Not that he’d be able to scrounge any of that up ‘round this place anyways.
And he could count on both hands the puzzled expressions he’d received from some of the kids so far tonight. Like they’d never seen anyone dressed as Han Solo… except now that he was thinking about it, they probably hadn’t. Oh well, some of the adults got it. Not that it mattered. He’d just done it to fit in a little better; nothing stuck out worse than being the only person at a Halloween party not dressed up. And it wasn't anything Brandon had said. Nope.
He'd never admit that the costume made it easier for him to be carrying a weapon without it looking too out of place either.
Trying to judge what other people had decided to dress like was entertaining enough too. He was pretty sure Bea was some sort of goth chick. Her sister too. And Nick was Cleopatra near as he could tell. It worked for her. Rae, though he’d seen her a couple times now (and no, he hadn’t tried to see if she was still wearing the necklace, not at all), but he still hadn’t figured out what she was supposed to be.
Hadn't had a chance yet to ask her either.
He’d been occupying part of the room near the apple bobbing thing that had been set up for about a half hour now, occasionally striking up conversation with the adult keeping an eye on it when there wasn’t a kid trying to win a prize. So it also left him time to scan the room, which worked perfectly. Kept him doing his actual job, which was keeping an eye out for Tallis.
As his eyes passed over the room he noticed that there was something going on by one of the tables across the room, but it seemed like it was just rambunctious kids, nothing to worry about, and he was just about to write it off and focus his attention elsewhere when a toy thumped into his boot.
Better to return it before World War 3 started, probably.
Bending, he picked the toy up and made the walk over to the kids and the table, only noticing when he was standing right there that there was an adult present. Rae to be exact.
“Hey,” he said, holding the toy out. “Did this come from over here?”