[Tyki's lurking about tonight in a bar that isn't his own not for the chatter and noise of packed in strangers but a change of scenery. A sad thought that just reinstates the fact that he's been in Marina too long, that he actually attends these things of his own free will just because it defies ordinary routine. And while he does still have the usual thoughts, not entirely put at bay, of how easily chaos could spread from wall to wall from the simplest of gestures on his part, he's behaving himself entirely. Mostly.
He did come in fitting attire, if not costume. It's his usual style to dress a cut above his usual crisp white shirt for these things, adding a tailored jacket and vest as well as a cravat about his neck. Hair slicked back, one glove on and the other on the bar he leans against, his bare hand is swirling around a drink. On his face or on the bar next to that glove lays a mask, which in the later hours he'll abandon entirely.]