Re: Entrance Area (Richard, James)
Now, wasn't this a hell of a thing? As much as the past few weeks had sucked (and oh, had they ever sucked) this party had been one of the few solid things he had to look forward to. And it was, to be fair, pretty much the only plan he had made in recent memory where everything had gone right. The club looked great, screechy karaoke or not, and he was arriving with a date that was both beautiful and funny. That alone was enough to set this near the top of his list of holiday parties. Add the fact that he had found an amazing costume, and that he had an interview for a new job already and, well, Richard had decided that this was going to be a great night. The strange shit that had been happening to him since he got here was not going to happen tonight. No blackouts, no strange feelings of deja vu, no mood swings. Tonight was a night for partying.
He shifted in the bomber jacket, already starting to wonder how long it would be before he was in shirtsleeves. The bomber, and the goggles and cap that came with it, were the spoils of his trip to the costume shop where he had met Lucy, and he knew that he looked good in them. On the other hand, both the hat and the jacket were lined with wool. If he didn't want to end up sweating like a teenage driver... No. No worries tonight. He'd figure it out.
At Lucy's question he turned and grinned at her. "We'll get to everything, don't worry! How about bothering the corpses for a drink, first?" He nodded over towards the bar. It was, he had to admit, impressive how much effort had gone into this party. Apparently not even the bartenders went halfway. "Can I get you something?"