There was a young man dressed up like Elvis wandering around, wearing a button down shirt and tight, tight jeans, along with the obligatory blue suede shoes. He'd gelled his hair into that stylistic 'do, though it wasn't perfect, since his hair normal bore more resemblance to Weird Al than the King.
He wandered, hips swinging in a manner that had taken him a lot of practice, his face in the best estimation of Elvis's smirk he could manage.
He eyed Meat openly. She looked veeeery nice. Of course, he was taken, but if Caris called him out for flirting, he'd probably die of shock. "Hey there."