Avery had dressed to look nice, and his good shoes didn't have a single hole in them, fortunately. It didn't stop the cold seeping through the soles as Lyra paused on the doorstep to speak to him. "Yeah, yeah sure," he said with a quick nod, stamping his feet on the ground to knock the slush off the toes. Was Lyra likely to over-consume tonight? It wasn't outside the realms of possibility (although those realms went a lot further these days.) After that other time way back in March, of course, he knew Lyra had been conscious of it, even if that didn't stop her on weekdays. Although-
Alright, enough of that line of thought. He was here to enjoy himself. He had already anticipating being the sober driver, so to speak, but one or two would be fine.
He could already tell this place was going to be eclectic. He could smell weed from... somewhere... and hear a bunch of people talking and laughing, especially once they were inside the building. "Lets go up," he said, and slung an arm around Lyra's shoulders. "And I won't let anything into your hair, fire or puke or anything."