Re: Max/Mercy/Nate- 7pm - Loitering in the Lobby
Mercy was grinning from ear to ear at Max's audacious move regarding Nate's flask and the punch bowl. She tried to hide the expression, sliding her mask up enough to allow her to sip the now-somewhat strong tropical blast, but it was a poorly attempted move; she left the mask where it lie, a little helter-skelter off the side of her forehead.
Her arms waved wide, allowing her new friend to see her whole outfit in its full glory.
"I mean, obviously I'm a Sugar Skull," Mercy explained, her smile looking like a knife slit from one cheekbone to the other. "Not my choice, entirely, and I don't encourage the monetization of other people's cultures, but I will say I appreciate an opportunity to pull this LBD out of my closet. And he's—"
Mercy reached out and grasped Nate's elbow, pulling him toward herself. "I mean, he's a skeleton, just... you know, the outfit," she said, gesturing to the threadbare elements of his suit, before stepping a little closer to Max and hiding her mouth behind a set of finely manicured nails. Even so, amid the music and chatter of the party, her next words were perfectly audible even to her own self-described sibling. "Though that suit doesn't do any justice to what's underneath it, I'm just saying that right now."