"Zap don't!" Conlan pitched his voice down a few octaves in order to exaggerate his statement. The Irishman didn't need thoughts of what might have been haunting his very daydreams. "You're not helping." He insisted, while being spun by the woman in heels that equaled his height. But then, she helped. Zap gave Conlan the low down on Tempo like Sentient had slipped the eletrokine a couple Benjamins. Of course, Eva was just acting out of the kindness of her heart and her need to point people in the right direction... romantically. She was kind of famous for it. But Booger appreciated the info. "Alright..." He'd tried to be chill. "Do you see her? Where is she?" Chill broken. The animator smirked, however, to key Eva in that he wasn't that hopeless. "I'll see if I can cheer her up after this dance." Were they really that cute together? Conlan wondered.
"Outta the way." Ronan made his presence known, after he'd crept around for a while. He rather rudely cut in on the dance and told the skeleton to hit the bricks. "Go find Minka then." Mars said with a grin, because he wasn't a complete monster. "You had 'er long enough."
"Gotta hurry before Pete comes back in?" Conlan jabbed, then finished his statement was a wave of his poofy hair. "What are you even dressed as?" Sentient questioned, clearly unimpressed. "Vincent Price?"
"Yes." Mars shot back, while his arms pulled Eva closer. "Got a problem with that?"
"No." Conlan said flatly. "Vincent Price is the tits. Don't fuck 'im up." He waved bye to Zap and only Zap and went searching for Minkas. First, check the candy table.
"Hi." Ronan finally focused all of his attention on Eva, the fiery race car from his wildest dreams. "I would have been here sooner, but I took pity on the boy." He jested, happy to finally be this close to Zap tonight. "Pete and Brian are still outside, talking about Brian's failing relationship." He clued Eva in, because they gossiped... that was all part of it. "C'mere." He pulled Eva next to him to have a bit of an embrace. "I love you." He whispered into her ear, then broke away again. Because Vincent Price could also mashed potato.