“Like a ghost town.” Between all the hangovers, he wasn’t expecting too many to be up and cheerful. Except security and probably anyone on leadership; the up part, not the cheerful. Neither set of people seemed like the stupid kind who’d be dumb enough to need to nurse a hangover when they had a crazy woman lurking around. But then, he could always be wrong.
“Mardi Gras maybe?” he suggested then shook his head. “But then, maybe not. That’s February, it’ll be cold still.” And it wouldn’t be the same since it wasn’t New Orleans. Not that he’d ever been. He’d never really been outside of the state of New York too often.
He couldn’t disagree with that statement. Sometimes the things you did made less sense logically than they should, but it kept you alive. Survival trumped everything nowadays. “I don’t understand a movement that encourages looking miserable and elitist,” he stated with a shrug. “But it could be fun to see the look on Mike’s face if I suggested these as a security uniform… Blame it all on Brandon too,” he added dryly, with an amused expression. The costume had been because of Brandon anyway… sort of, if you squinted.
“Is that weird? The moving thing?” he asked before he could think better of it. “Nevermind, you don’t have to answer that.” Rae didn’t seem like a woman that would be weirded out by the question, but he wasn’t usually the type to ask potentially invasive questions.
“Shit,” he muttered under his breath. He’d heard about the cult, but hadn’t experienced much of it himself. “More dangerous than our murderer then, huh?” he rubbed at the back of his neck, expression going serious. “How’d she get past Marchand and leadership?” Not that he was pinning it on them, but he would have thought that someone would have recognized her sooner, been more suspicious. He wasn’t judging though, just didn’t understand.
“Nah, the company’s pretty nice, actually.” He matched her smirk with a smile. “And less likely to get me into trouble.” He and Brandon and booze could be a bad combination. Even if they usually had a hell of a time before the hangovers kicked in. “You wouldn’t want to be at one of the other parties if you weren’t down here?” Social was always something he figured she was, given her personality, so he was a little surprised at her admission that she’d be headed to bed.