Abigail & Thierry
Thierry arrived at the party and cleaned up as requested by the birthday boy. He wasn't clean shaven but his hair was combed, his clothes clean, and he looked more presentable than usual. He was chatting with a few people when he saw a blond head of waves and curls going for the door. His brow furrowed with confusion, wondering where the girl was going off to in a hurry and then followed after her. Did something happen? Thierry's protective nature was showing up more and more lately.
"Hey, cher," he said coming toward her and intercepting Abigail at the door, "You okay? You look like you running away from some'ting. Or someone?" He looked past her as if expecting someone to randomly show up.