Nish/Abel
Abel had timed his entrance to specifically draw the least amount of attention; dressed in black slacks and an off-white button-up shirt, he slipped into the party without anyone's notice, instead lingering on the fringes of the few people who had shown up early to the event in order to observe them. The two chatterboxes currently inhaling vodka like it was air were unknown entities to him, though the man looked vaguely familiar. Instead, his focus drifted to the woman sitting on the far end of the bar, looking as if she'd rather be anywhere else.
Helping himself to one of the pink champagne flutes, he quietly drifted up behind Nish, though he needn't have bothered; between the music and the petite woman's screeching about some costume contest, he could have walked like an elephant and gone unheard. Abel leaned in over Nish's shoulder, drifting closer to the seat next to her.
"You look like you could use a drink, or five. Date stand you up?"