Barclay and Leon
"Deh island air, mon." Leon chuckled in response in an easy Jamaican accent about the humidity. It was an island theme, after all, and Leon happened to be from the Caribbean. Three of the reasons he didn't have an island or Haitian accent regularly were currently following him and Barclay through the room with their gruesome faces.
"We've been here five minutes. You can't leave yet, Barclay." Leon protested, "But I'll happily get you a drink." Leading the way to the tables with various kinds of drinks, Leon selected an orange fruity drink for them both, looking at Barclay, then around the room with a nod and then a short laugh. "Hmm, not sure if that's a compliment or a jab at my lack of ability to land an actual date to the dance. Besides, you're one to talk."