Re: Somewhere around 8:30-ish near the door
Some people just had a natural sense of timing.
As if taking his cue from Naea's "assholes" comment, Jack materialized through the crowd and approached the snack table where she and Kami were talking. His attention, however, was only on Kami. And pretty intently, too; his blue eyes nearly glowed from beneath the brim of his gangster's fedora, his expression and body language radiating determination.
The closer he got, though, the more evident it became that he'd had a pretty rough evening so far. Which, in truth, he had: between several attempts to get close to Kami, he'd drunk rather a lot of whatever they were serving at the open bar, made out with a hot girl who turned out to be a guy, very nearly made out with Shae, and bemoaned his situation with whomever was within earshot. He looked about as half-dead as his bullet-riddled costume.
Jack all but ignored Naea, only acknowledging her with a nod before turning to the object of his quest. "Kami." His voice was ragged from too much whiskey and too many cigarettes. Taking a breath to maintain his composure, he removed his hat and looked at her squarely, pleadingly. "May I please have the honor of dancing with you on your birthday?"