Re: Matt/Alex - 8:30 - entry to punch bowl
"An apartment complex like this should have more than two kinds of punch on tap," Alex grumbled slightly, putting one delicate, pale arm through the crook of Matt's elbow. Her slight whine implied she wanted something other than the juvenile drink, especially for an 18+ gathering such as this. She was dressed to match her date, though it hadn't been planned; she'd gone off the mask she'd been gifted, which was faux diamonds set on a sea of velvety black.
That had somewhat constrained her options, but Alex wasn't much of a costume person in the end. A glittering black dress set with similar transparent stones that winked in what little light was available matched her mask well enough, and made both her and Matt a matched pair.
Contrary to Matt's anxiety, Alex felt perfectly at ease as she swept the room with a hawklike gaze. Only a few others seemed to have made an attempt at costumes at all, between two garishly dressed French nobles, what looked like an extra from the 300 set, and someone in a very sad looking Indian outfit. Or was it Native American? She couldn't remember, nor did she care.
"Yes, let's start there," Alex finally replied, tugging Matt's much larger form into the room.