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Sylvia accepted Brian and Misha’s compliments with a grin and a small curtsy, “Why, thank you. And Misha, you look fabulous.” And Sylvia appreciated the cheeky aspect – Catwoman, after the week she’d had. She was glad to get compliments right off the bat, too, even if it was somewhat expected at a costume party. She hadn’t exactly felt pretty during much of their last mission, so it was nice to hear that her work for the night had paid off. She chuckled at Brian’s comment, cocking her head in amusement at Misha’s follow-up. She probably could have guessed that Brian would be picky, but she was definitely curious as to what he had turned down before settling with the Green Arrow (whom she also hardly knew, to be honest). At least the leather (pleather?) suited him.

Sylvia stepped back slightly when she heard Beth’s voice, making sure she was included in the small group that was now gathering just inside the doors. She admired Beth’s dress, and returned the nod of approval. “Mm, I love our juxtaposition.” They certainly must have clashed beside each other, but they were both in lovely gowns, if she did say so herself. She also loved being a faerie, traditionally pretty on the surface and wicked underneath, beside a vampire who didn’t seem to hide the wicked. Something about it amused her.

Sylvia nodded in agreement over their ‘creative’ costumes. She had never been a huge fan of the typical ‘slutty ___’ costumes that inevitably made it out each year, whether they were just hanging on a rack or actually being worn. She generally preferred to throw her own costume together. She had indulged in a few costumes to show off her figure, but never in a generic ‘typical outfit, cut down’ way. Granted, to each their own, and plenty of people liked those options… she just wasn’t one of them.

Rob’s approach had her grinning again. William Wallace, was it? Without the armor, though – and she thought her walk had been chilly. She nodded graciously at his welcome, but was not surprised when his eyes wandered to Misha immediately after. She had a feeling that Misha would get an extra helping of attention for her chosen costume for most of the night – and rightly so. She was stunning. Sylvia instead turned to Lex, who had also procured a gorgeous costume. “Oh, honey, that suits you.” She grinned.

"Did someone say hammered?" Mal smiled wickedly as he slipped in. He was dressed as Indiana Jones, circa Raiders of the Lost Arc; once he took the distinctive leather jacket off, he was wearing a once-white button down shirt, half unbuttoned and a sleeve rolled up, one shirt-tail untucked, the cross-wise brown bag, and whip at his hip. He even had the hat, and had left his glasses behind.

But he was also carrying a generous donation to the liquor stores for the party; he hefted a crate of assorted liquor, wine, and beer. Leftovers from the beach party that hadn't gotten finished off or taken away, but he was entirely glad to donate them to this party instead.

"Rodney Michaels," Rodney said softly, introducing himself, but looking slightly embarrassed at the compliment. He pinkened at Lawrence's introduction,tugging his already-long sleeves lower over his wrist.

"Yes," he agreed, again very quietly, so far oblivious to Lawrence's leering. "It's kind of nice to do something normal, in comparison to the past month."

Beth grinned and preened under all of the compliments. It was, after all, her favorite part of parties. Not all of the quiet whispering among small groups, or sniggering behind hands, or retreating with a favored friend to continue festivities in private. That moment when everyone saw her and acknowledge the effort that went into coordinating outfit, makeup, and hair, as well as the final results of it all.

She managed not to nervously check her hair or sleeves at Brian's words. She was able to manage a small grin in his direction before Misha stepped forward to hug her. She tilted her face away so that she didn't press against anything that might come away with pale makeup--no matter how it was sealed or set, one could never be too careful. Her hand did float up to hold Misha against her, gentle pressure between her shoulder blades. "Your costume is so fantastic!" There was something like a pang in her chest as she saw how gazes lingered on her cat-suited friend, but she managed to contain it almost as soon as it struck. "Maybe so, but there's a lot you can do in a midthigh skirt that you can't do in a ball gown."

Beth appreciated the shirtless Scotsman with a gaze but said nothing. She hadn't been introduced, though she filed away his easy smile and how Lex was on his arm. A strange look went over her face at the mention of Brian being Misha's date. Had they come to the party together? A host of wriggling thoughts tried to make themselves known, but Beth ignored them in favor of turning her attention to Lex.

"You certainly that outfit with style, Lex. Not exactly what I had in mind when I said we could go thrifting." She giggled and waved in greeting before her attention was snagged by Sylvia.

The faery was a lovely idea--she wished she had thought to coordinate with someone else for a costume (but it had been hard enough to get the costume she had shown up in). She threaded her arm through Sylvia's linking them elbow to elbow and shared a smile with the girl that thoroughly conveyed her bad intentions. "I'd even say we look badass." She giggled. "Don't cross us, foolish mortals?" She offered, knowing that she was undermining the threat with her rising intonation and the twinkle in her eyes.

She blinked at the Indiana Jones who appeared, lugging some alcohol with him. Her eyebrows shot up a bit at one person bringing so much. Though, she thought after a moment, it was good that someone was trying to keep enough in stock to go around. They were not an insignificant number. "I think you've covered getting hammered pretty well there." She observed, casting a glance at the crate. "Though I think I would prefer simply being buzzed to alcohol poisoning."


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"Pay me to do what?" Caleb looked blankly at Asher, not following the question. Meh, it wasn't the first time he didn't totally follow what people in the Prytaneum were saying, and it wouldn't be the last. What did grab his full interest, however, was the mention that there was beer. How did he miss that?

"'scuse me for a moment," he pardoned himself as he hurried over to the bar to grab a beer. Much better, he thought, as he made his way back to Ed and Asher. "Found ya again," he teased.

"So you're Waldo and you're uh...," Caleb looked blankly at Ed, forgetting the character's name. "Mister America?"

"It is spiked?" That certainly perked Asher's interest -- which meant while Caleb got a beer, he poured himself a healthy glass of the whatever-it-was, to sip at and enjoy at his leisure. His expression was thoughtful as he swallowed, trying to figure out if this was enough to actually do anything for him. It was hard to tell, with punch. It hid the flavors too well.

But at least he had a drink, now. That helped a lot, with the party-feeling-awkward vibe. He refocused on Caleb as he approached. "...and what are you meant to be?"

Misha smirked at Brian's jokes and promptly leaned over to brush a purely platonic and completely affectionate kiss over his cheek; the heels made the gesture much, much easier, she was pleased to discover. Before pulling back, though, she murmured warmly, "Oh, you wish, Handsome, but we'll see how tonight ends."

Then she drew away with a bright grin and a bit of a giggle, refocusing on the others with the prompt practice of a hostess. "So you see I only did half the Lord's work, ladies. I couldn't quite get him out of his shirt so I put him in tight pants. It's a good compromise, I figure." Turning to nod at Lex, acknowledging their assessment of Brian's outfit. "But you look absolutely stunning, Lex," she added. "So sleek and perfect!"

However, hostess duties called and, after light touches to Lex's wrist and Rob's shoulder and another set of brilliant grins at Beth and Sylvia, Misha turned her full attention on Mal. "Come on, kind sir," she drawled as she took a moment to grace him with a warmly appreciative once-over. It was subtle enough to avoid alerting the others but she had a feeling Mal would catch it and smirked. "Let's get that awful burden off your hands."

Turning on her heel, she sauntered off, hips swinging, and led him towards one of the tables near the punch bowl.