After getting stuck in the elevator all night, Cary had found it hard to fall asleep and consequently didn't wake up until later in the afternoon. Bleary eyed he'd stumbled around his room and eventually woke up enough to get food. It wasn't until after he was done eating did he realize that tonight was the 1920's party, which wasn't the 40's but it was definitely better than the 90's party. That particular decade was way to close for comfort.
Making his way over to the Cult of Dionysus decked out in a pinstripe suit, fedora and a grin. Cary was feeling better, soon he knew he'd be on his way home and it probably wasn't a good idea to spend the trip moping. Tonight, he had decided, was night to have fun, make friends and all that rubbish so he wouldn't have to lie to his family anymore.