Adam smiled softly as he joined the milling mini-crowd. He felt no awkwardness or pang of discomfort to find himself the only man yet in attendance; being raised in a household largely dominated by females had left him long ago inured to such things. More, he recognized everyone present, and felt himself in excellent company. The corners of his black-limned eyes crinkled with sincere joy as he greeted his fellow partygoers.
"Where can I put these?" He lifted the coolers in his hands, the ice that nearly filled them rustling within. His black tuxedo coat and Cuban heels bore the wet shine of water already spilled in the process of lugging his promised burden - light, though annoyingly cumbersome - down the stairwell. Then, after a further glance around the room and all its Christmas party accouterments: "Naea, the place looks great."