Re: Entrance Area (Sean, Karin)
Karin smiled, sidling up to him a bit closer. She recognized a number of the faces in the crowd, even if only in passing, but she felt far more comfortable with the anchor of a more familiar presence at her side. Later she would mingle, maybe meet another tenant or two. For now she was content to stay near to Sean, guiding him on an ambling, indirect path toward the bar. Things had calmed down with Fee considerably, and their small, private birthday dinner had played no small part in that. She hoped tonight would continue that.
As they made their way through the crowd Karin threw Sean another appraising glance. He cleaned up well, she found, even if the suit itself was an inexpensive costume rather than something more substantial. He had given her an idea of what to expect, but it was another thing to see it. Luckily he had been amenable - as she had expected - to avoiding the couples' pitfall of complementary costumes. Where he had gone a bit old school, Karin had taken the precisely opposite route. The worn sorority tee shirt she'd found at a thrift store; the unnecessarily short track shorts were here own, as were the running shoes, in which she would absolutely not be running. Her final accessories were a deliberate look of confusion and a manner of walking that showed her to be utterly lost, the modern damsel in distress. She was quite proud of her costume of Every White Girl in a Slasher Flick, and had had no intentions of changing it once Sean had announced his own choice.
"So," she said, squeezing his arm. "What's the plan for tonight?"