Zander/Nerissa
Okay, so it was a barbecue and also kind of like...Ms. Susie's Office Party Bake-Off, fine. Nerissa would deal with not chugging a bottle of wine during this schindig, even if she wanted something that coated the throat and warmed the stomach and was velvet thick and rich, so that it hit you ten minutes later how much you'd actually consumed. She had to hand it to Percy though, the way she planned this excuse to stuff everyone into fancy clothes and for chaos to be afoot. Yum.
And speaking of yum, if this was too classy of a party to do shots then she'd just do her civic duty instead and vote for whichever entry in the baking contest was the best. After testing everything.
That dress of hers was impressive, she thought. It also potentially gave off I will pour poison down your throat while you sleep vibes. Along with the rest of her ensemble; her mask was very she-devil, which was great because that was the vibe she was going for.
She slunk up to Zander in a light cloud of bitter almond, vanilla, and cinnamon. Not like the mask made it any great mystery as to who it was. "Hi, baby."