Keagan, Astrid, and Jack 10:30pm or so
Jack, who was not remotely as shiftfaced as Astrid, had recognized Keagan from afar. Tall, lantern jaw, awkward from a mile away -- it wasn't hard. He threw his head back as he moved toward Keagan, downing his beer quickly. He didn't want to have it in his hands. That may be awkward -- or just plain inconvenient.
As Astrid floated away, Jack popped into her footsteps, grinning wildly. His nostrils flared and he confirmed it -- yup, Keagan. What a fucking toolbox. What the hell was he doing? Showing up in costume so he could fuck with her head some more? And people thought HE was an asshole! There was a shine to his eyes that was more than alcohol; a sort of carnivorous sheen that accompanied the toothy smile.
"Hey, Captain America, aren't you cute," he snarked, one eyebrow arching higher than the other.