Katherine and Richie
Richie stood out, even here. Though amoung the Asguardians it had less to do with his stature and more to do with unruly curls, cokebottle glasses and a laugh that way maybe just a bit too loud to be proper. But he didn't mind, he never had really.
Eventually he made his way to the edges of the party. He had a glass in his own hand, and though he wasn't entirely sure what was in it, it made his mind float pleasantly. He saw his mother sitting on the steps and smiled.
He stepped over and sat next to her, somewhat less than gracefully. "Hi ma." He smiled again and leaned over to kiss her cheek, "Nice shindig."