Zander - Open
Ah, foodstuffs. The loud pounding of the music or the dance floor wasn't the least bit attactive to the gargoyle. He'd promised he'd show up for the 'community', but after the bar had closed the only thing on his mind was filling his stomach.
The biggest pain in the arse was the clothing. If they would have let him, Zander would have walked in right from his day to day clothes. But it defeated the purpose of this mask party...or whatever. So dress pants, a button down and a nice vest as about as much as you were going to get out of him. He didn't really cater to the taste of clothes. Sort of pointless to him. And of course, his mask was just as simple. He'd all but walked into the overly exstatic store employee that apparently was getting their knicks off dressing everyone for this bloody thing so, Zander just took what he gave him. Perhaps taking the Gargoyle thing too seriously.
Regardless, as long as it wouldn't keep him from eating all the food he was currently piling on his plate, things would be fine.