At the Bar - Open
Kaminski had this to say for the managers at Pax Letale: they were not stingy with the liquor. High praise, coming from that particular quarter.
He crept into the ballroom and didn't linger at the entrance. Part of him anticipated being kicked out at any minute even though he had a legitimate invite to the party because Douglas Kaminski simply didn't attend parties that didn't involve a keg in a backyard with an empty swimming pool.
For a second he actually regretted not wearing a costume, as much as he insisted that "guy in a White Zombie concert t-shirt" was a perfectly legitimate costume and thematically appropriate to boot. In a ballroom full of dressed-up tenants he was the one who stuck out, and that was sort of the opposite of what he was going for. Even that Charlie chick was wearing devil horns, damn her.
His concerns were quelled as soon as he caught sight of the bar - the open bar. There were no Halloween parties, only Open Bar parties.
"Scotch," he said as he sat down on a stool. "Neat."