Re: the lake -> inside to the bar
He found that he enjoyed her laughter, slight and subtle though it was, to start. Her severity eased, even still with her sallow and dressed in black. They dressed to match, his own wardrobe from the darker ends of the spectrum. His own expression eased, but not quite into a smile (hardly ever that).
"It's not the best night I've spent, but it's hardly the worst. The company's alright. And it's warmer in here, at least. How're your feet?" The last was a non sequitur without pause, didn't even earn a glance of dark eyes down toward the floor. "Warming up?" Because there was no way that she wasn't cold. Not after being out barefoot in the lake. But indoors with a drink? Was likely to help. And for the moment, he considered the state of her feet more important than her overall enjoyment of the party. Which, to be honest, he suspected was rather low. What with the vomiting, and all.