[Tyki's likely one of the few people there who isn't in costume, though he is dressed a tier better than normal. Waistcoat, cleanly shaven and nursing a glass of whiskey with a lean on the bar. His eyes are on the crowd, a shifting mass of costumed people-- some of which have very nice legs, with a subtle smirk.
If you happen to have very nice legs, chances are his eyes are indeed on you. Or elsewhere on you.]