Caitlin and Van
Everyone else was decked out in fancy dresses and decorative masks. Caitlin wore a mask inside but it was a Jason Vorhees mask, which she now had sitting atop her head in place of where a headband. With it she wore her dark hoodie that zipped in the front and a pair of jeans with tears wearing in at the knees and frayed hems around her ankles. She wore a busted pair of shoes that were likely in need of replacement soon. Beneath her hoodie, she had on a plain black T-shirt. Currently she leaned back against the wall where she and Van sat on the floor near the entrance, watching each of the couples (and some groups of stag students) wander in.
If Caitlin had to admit anything, the place looked kinda cool. A little too fancy for her tastes, but sometimes the magic the school pulled together left her somewhat impressed. She'd rather be under the real sky, maybe taking a nap on the roof, but this would do. She had a plate of food she'd scored from the refreshment table between herself and Van. They'd both been picking at it and trying to figure out what some of the horse d’oeuvres contained.
"Snail," she said as she pulled one away, "Or mushroom. Something weird. It's okay but the aftertaste is weird. Here." Caitlin gave him the half-eaten horse d’oeuvre and then observed a couple coming in. She nodded, "Check them out. God, she looks like a fucking Christmas tree." She snickered.