Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm
Dancing had quickly told Gabe's body that he was too old for this much movement (with perhaps a small voice reminding him that he needed to exercise more often), but the sight of Rafe's smiling face and the general excitement of social permission to touch him in public simply by dint of what they were doing made it all worth while. The two had made many trips back and forth from the dance floor and the abysmally selected music to the snack table to replenish their fluids, and were in the midst of one such trek when the party's newest arrival made his dramatic debut. Gabe had clutched Rafe's hand, unsure of this new development's trajectory, but it that quickly became a moot point when he hit the floor and Xochipilli opened his eyes.
He would have risen to his feet, but it seemed the ground had other ideas. Added to that was the handful of something smacking him in the face as he blinked and pawed at his mask, trying to comprehend what was going on around him as the room erupted into a tightly wound chaos. The fine shoes on his feet quickly disappeared as the floor beneath him wobbled, and then slowly swallowed him. It quickly seemed like the better option was to not move at all, and he spied the familiar Freyr close to him. Xochipilli gently stretched out a hand, trying to maintain the delicate balance of where his form had fallen.
"Freyr, my friend, it seems we find ourselves in quite the predicament. And not even a fun one, this time."