Dinah had been happy to take her cue on the dress code from Dean. She didn't want to dress up for Eric's party. It wasn't like either of them could sneak in and blend. Not unless they went the disguise route. And possibly not even then.
She was dressed for patrol, though she'd left the fishnets at home. As much as she somewhat enjoyed the exasperated look she got every time she went out wearing those instead of something more practical as Dean would say, tonight wasn't the night for pushing his buttons. She wanted to make sure they were both focused, so she'd gone with the Kevlar weave bodysuit. Besides, it had a collar. Not that that would stop Eric, but it might slow him down long enough for the two of them to fight back, assuming it came to that.
She gave Dean a light swat and grinned up at him.
"Pot, kettle, black. Or at least, pot and former kettle," she teased lightly.
She glanced at Fred, observing the guy she was with.
"It's good that she's enjoying herself, especially after Jensen's disappearance."
Dinah had lost too many people to the City lately. It still hurt to think about Zee, who was just the latest in a long line of people she cared about getting sent back to wherever they came from supposedly.
If she had her way, they wouldn't crash the party. Not unless they had reason to believe there was trouble. She wasn't going to stay on the sidelines if someone was in trouble but she also didn't want to march up to Eric. Not when he had a grudge against Dean-against both of them, really. She really didn't want to lose him too, not in any way.
She rested casually against Dean, watching as people filtered into the party. She did watch him for a moment, trying to discern his reaction to Jo's presence there.