Clara and Tanek
Tanek turned to Clara with a smile, which was only partly obscured by his Groucho Marx-mask. Otherwise, he was dressed pretty plainly: jeans and a sort-of-neat black shirt, topped off with a fedora - Tanek did not have all that much money to spend on garish outfits. He stuck out like a sore thumb, but Tanek thought he looked nice enough. Or, at least, passable.
"Hey," he chirped brightly. "I had a drink out of all four fountains and I really, really recommend the ginger ale. I think somebody tossed rum in there." Tanek was slightly intoxicated, but otherwise, he was still doing alright. He knew there would be teachers here. "How are you doing? Is John being a gentleman, but not enough too much of one?"