The two men had ascended the stairs and stood awkwardly by the door, unsure if they should say something, attempt to enter, or just give up and leave at this point. Chester was eager to try just winging it an waltzing in as if they owned the place. There was nothing like confidence to fix a situation like this. They eyed the older gentleman in the crisp black tuxedo who had his hand clasped behind his back, and the awkward silence grew more intense until Gerald felt a near physical sensation slither down his spine. He opened his mouth to say something, but he was cut off unexpectedly.

[color=00aeef]"Good evening Mr. Calhoun, good evening Mr. Garrett"[/color] the older gent said without breaking his gaze from the guests leaving the carriages on the road below. He did, however, nod his head slightly in the direction of Chester when mentioning his name. [color=00aeef]"Of course you are welcome."[/color]

Gerald was taken aback by the fact that he man knew their names. How? They weren't the ones invited. Perhaps that old man who gave them the invite told the host they'd be coming instead? He managed a smile and uttered something along the lines of [color=f7976a]"Oh, of course. Thanks."[/color] before Chester nearly shoved him into the front hallway.

[color=8dc73f]"See? You were worried for nothing."[/color] Chester said in his usual cheerful tone, [color=8dc73f]"And now we're here and have these sweet digs to explore! I wonder if they have another buffet. I think the stuff we collected here is getting cold." [/color] He indicated the plate with a quick gesture, then tossed it haphazardly on a nearby hall table.

The house was certainly overwhelming. Even just the entryway was huge, gaudy, and dripping with excessive detail. Everything in the place carried forward the blue-and-silver theme, which was both impressive and a tad unsettling, especially to two small-town boys who had only seen things like this on television. Gerald's jaw dropped slightly as he surveyed the room, then began nodding. [color=f7976a]"Not bad. Not bad at all. If only the music were a little better. "[/color]

Chester was only half aware of his friend's words. The promise of yet another-- and quite possibly bigger-- buffet table drew his eyes hungrily around the room. He craned his neck to look over Gerald's head into the ballroom ahead. Thus far no dice. [color=8dc73f]"Mmm, not quite the classic rock you're used to."[/color] he muttered.

[color=f7976a]"Yeah, this definitely ain't Queen, but what's the deal with the songs for some of the guests? This must be costing an arm and a leg..."[/color]

Chester nodded in agreement as he continued his search for the buffet, then a sudden thought came to him and he snapped back to attention [color=8dc73f]"Yeah hey, why didn't I get a song?"[/color]

[color=f7976a]"Because you're not a pretty girl? And besides, what would a song for you be? A show tune about hamburgers and cars?"[/color]

Chester shook his head emphatically. [color=8dc73f]"No, dude, it would totally be a sick 1980's rock ballad with wicked guitar riffs,"[/color] he then began gesturing wildly with his arms, emulating an air guitar, air drums, and who knows what else. [color=8dc73f]"Imagine that hardcore beat and yeah, it would be...about hamburgers and cars."[/color] As was typical for Ches, he quickly changed his train of thought and just let whatever off-the-wall thoughts in his mind stumble off his tongue, [color=8dc73f]"Hey, do you think they'll do any line dancing at this shindig?"[/color] like his mind, his feet began to idly wander toward into the ballroom.

[color=f7976a]"Dude, if you can get someone to do the Cupid Shuffle with you, I'll give you ten bucks."[/color]