Jason did not show up in costume. He wandered in about halfway through the party with hair still damp from a recent shower, drinking from a flask kept tucked in the back pocket of his jeans. You may or may not have caught him blowing out "bloody" candles when he didn't think people were looking (he'd rather save them for emergencies). He greeted friends and fellow scouts in a friendly way and casually danced with a handful of different girls. His attitude started out a little sharp, but eventually he was drunk enough to relax a little -- telling bad jokes and walking clumsily, arm draped around the shoulders of a former cheerleader by the name of Allison, who was dressed up as some sort of sexy fairy thing. Toward the end of the evening, he somehow found himself competing with other jock-types (and anyone else who cared to join) to try and jump high enough to smack down one of the ghosts dangling from the basketball hoops.