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Ren had gotten to the party a little late. He had had to work longer than he hoped, but a job is a pay check, and the pay checks went to rent and all the ramen he could eat. After he had gotten done with work he had managed to pull out on of his old costumes that he had bought on one of his last trips to Japan with his family and put it on. A simple hakama and gi, he was a random ronin samurai. He even had a wig pulled back into a pony tail, though it did manage to make his head itch a bit.
He scratched his head absently as he walked through the crowds of bodies in costumes elaborate and lame. He supposed he was looking for someone familiar, but whether that meant he would start walking toward or away from them depended on who he saw.
He walked up next to a guy all in black with a white face and blinked at him a few times before he recognized his friend the bounty hunter. His eyes widened a bit and he begin to smile at the other man who seemed to be very deep into character if one could gain any insight from the scowl on his face.
"Hey, didn't expect to run into you at one of these. I didn't realize bounty hunters were such party animals." Ren set an arm on the hilt of his wooden sword he had tied to his hakama with his belt so it couldn't be drawn without taking his pants off and tilted his head a little as he looked over Shae's Crow costume, cause he obviously could tell exactly what character the bounty hunter was doing.
"I like the costume. Do you like Brandon Lee? Although, you kinda look like you belong in a Tim Burton movie with the white face and..uh..dark hands and all." Ren might have already had a few drinks to loosen his inhibitions to interact with people.