Ballroom - 8:30pm - Meg and Castiel
"Oh the usual," Meg said, with one last glance around at the party before giving him her full attention for what she assumed would be the rest of the night. If there was no Winchester to annoy then there was no reason to deprive herself of the look of him in his suit. Why those boys had never taken him to a decent tailor was beyond her. "Get drunk. Grind on the dance floor. Have sex under a table. Halloween staples." And without further explanation, she dragged him over to the bar and ordered them both stiff drinks. It would take her longer, of course, to reach her limit. Could probably drink most of the liquor in front of them before it happened. But there was something positively endearing about drunk Cas that she absolutely loved.