Warren was an easy target to spot, the unusual shape of his body due to the massive white wings. The fact that there were massive white wings. As the blond approached, JP noted Warren's mask first, the corner of his mouth turning up. Even though they were covered, it was almost obvious that his eyebrows were raised thoughtfully as he spoke. "Ironic. I love it."
He sighed a bit, rolling his shoulders as he relaxed a little against the wall, taking a sip from the glass in his hand before replying. "There were offers, but I go out every year. Considering I went out for Christmas I imagined that being home for one winter holiday wouldn't kill me, or my reputation." Yes, his reputation. Because he had one of those. "Besides, I was Kitty's special helper for this little shindig. What kind of host would I be if didn't bother to show up?"
He gestured with his head to the table. "We have a little of everything if you'd like a drink." Pausing for a second, his head tilted to the side as he regarded Warren once more. "What about you? I find it hard to believe that there were no extravagant high-class gala invitations with your name on them."