Karr pointedly ignored her taunts, having already written her off to his mind. It was amazing the lengths he could go to in order to protect his ego. A selective connection with reality, or something along those lines. Whatever it was, Karr was quite good at hearing, believing or seeing only what he wanted to.
He snorted when she asked about the party, and shrugged his shoulders as he again pocketed the flask and shook off his jacket, trying to get all the water he could off it. "Better'n the shit they got goin' on down there," he rumbled, stomping a heel against the roof to show what he meant. He honestly had no idea just how bad it could be down there, he had no idea about Logan's costume or the woman who had talked him into wearing it. Karr's nose was no where near as good as his father's, and failed him in moments like this. God hope Joelle when Karr discovered the relationship, he was bound to try and sabotage it at every turn. "B'sides, didn't like like you were likin' tha party too much yerself," he added. So of course, rather than trying to make it better, he had tried to make her night worse. Karr was such a treat to be around, really.