Tracey had been so busy establishing herself in her profession in Britain and working through the transition between Uncle Janus being the primary wardsmith and herself taking over that she'd hardly seen the light of day. At midday on Halloween, she'd thrown up her hands and decided to give herself a real evening off.
And so here she was, dressed to the nines in recreation of a 1920s flapper dress in a deep cobalt blue, she waltzed herself into the nearest party. The first order of business was to find a themed cocktail - gin based, of course, to keep the spirit of the dress going. The second was to find someone to entertain her. Spotting a familiar face in an amusingly inappropriate costume, she strolled over to drawl, "bless me, Father, for I have sinned often and happily."