[ If Elena had entertained the idea Damon was attending (truthfully she had decided in some no-expectation limbo on not being surprised either way) she wouldn't have been surprised he's wearing -- well, exactly what he wears every day.
She flicks her eyes over to him, then over him. ] You're missing a costume. [ She's leaning against the bar at the moment, near-empty cocktail in hand as a bot makes her another. It's not the first moment she saw him tonight, but this is the first that doesn't involve a roll of her eyes and something like a smile but not quite tugging at the corner of her lips before she kept on. (Well, maybe some of that smile is present.