Oy - do he and Terry know each other?!
"I did, actually!" Rictor said, tugging at the mask so he could see who was talking to him. Stupid tentacles. Dang, it was dark, and the music was loud, he couldn't make out who it was. He'd fake it until he figured it out.
There was a split between the overdressed and the underdressed, and each seemed to be gravitating towards their own. He gestured towards the overdressed portion. "Someone thinks they're awful fancy," he said. "This is what happens when you get the overly-imaginative and the lazy to come to the same party."