Erandur and Maryanne
Maryanne had brought her brood, because she couldn't ask Bucky to stay home with them, not when this party was centered around something he might like. She was sure most of them would pass out before the night was over, even with the loud music playing.
She liked that there was a wide range in the decades chosen, she picked the costume she'd work for her Las Vegas wedding. Dark hair tucked under a short curly blonde wig, large white button earrings dangled from her lobes, an iconic white halter dress hugged her ample curves, and strappy white shoes were belted to her feet, where toes were painted red, to match her lips.
With her kids in good hands, most occupying themselves, she sidled up to the bar, and slipped behind it. Knowing where the blue booze was kept that actually affected her, she opened the false floorboard and plucked a dark bottle out of it. Collecting a glass she eased over the counter top with feline grace that remained with her no matter how human she looked.
"So... A guy your age, does that stuff actually do anything for you?" She asked of Erandur, as she poured the unnamed blue booze into her glass.