"Drinking game," Lyra explained– though the drinking aspect was probably obvious. As she spoke she took his hand again so she wouldn't lose him, and started to move through the house, past the noise of the dance floor. "Each beer you drink you add to your staff, taping the cans together. First one to ten is the White Wizard, second one to ten fights the White Wizard for the title. It's all about quality staff engineering and sick moves. I think we gotta get eyes on Archer," she said, moving past the den and scanning through the crowd in there before moving up the stairs. "Gotta know where he is so we don't get caught. And I should probs say hi," she added. It'd be too weird, showing up at his party without seeking him out.
The butterflies in her stomach were decidedly more nervous about this part of it. She'd gone undercover, poking around for information about Archer before, but that was before he knew she was looking. That was before she suspected he was something. Still, she had a plan, and a goal, and an ally, so there was no backing out now. Lyra turned back to Avery when they reached the landing at the top of the stairs. "You wanna meet him?" she asked, bottom lip between her teeth. "Or lay low?"
She kinda hoped he'd stick by her side, but it might be a lot to ask. He'd been after the truth about the Goldenhawks for ages and maybe he didn't want Archer to know his face. But he'd come. That mean something. Meant quite a lot to her, actually, and even though he probably hadn't come just for her, she still appreciated it. Like a lot.