A pirate hat atop his head was Salem's nod to Halloween, and he'd given the tall human who wore a pirate's outfit the stink-eye for picking the same sort of outfit. He grumbled as he slid in and peered around, wondering where the punch and food were, particularly.
The woman with the cop costume made him chuckle. So many strange people, here and now. He was a bit sad that none of his people were there, but he'd do his best to have fun anyway. He hopped onto the table near her, and wiggled his whiskers at a cup and the punchbowl, nodding as punch arced over and into his glass, which he then started lapping up.