Isaac was not so shy as people believed. He'd been in theater, once upon a time. A long time ago, to be sure... but once upon a time. 

As Ron introduced him, Isaac played it up a bit. He flexed, he did the common "I can't hear you" pose, he threw out a few classic Randy Savage lines in a fairly good impression that got worse as it went because it hurt to do it. He really only stopped when he saw Bernie looking at him, when he came to a rather abrupt stop and looked a bit sheepish about it. [color=olivedrab]"Hey Augie. Hey Berns."[/color] He was considering saying something more when the next batch of guests came down. He gave Claire an approving smile and a golf clap. [color=olivedrab]"Nice, Claire. Spooky and scary."[/color]

When Rob came down, Isaac laughed and cheered. [color=olivedrab]"Oh yeah, sister!"[/color] He shook Robs hand and verbally commended him for his courage in the face of challenge. [color=olivedrab]"You're a braver man than me, Rob. But if I were you I'd change quick before the ladies get jealous."[/color] 

As Alice came down, Isaac nodded. It was very clever. He saw Bernie's wheels turning, so he refrained from saying anything until she'd figured it out. No sense in spoiling it for her. Then he looked back at Alice. [color=olivedrab]"A very merry unbirthday to you, Alice."[/color] He gave a little bow. It seemed that for now, everyone was here... until Thriller started to play upstairs. Isaac had a very short list of people in his mind who would play that song at random. And since there were speakers down here, it probably wasn't Ron. 

Isaac sat on the floor in front of the couch, leaving room for anyone who wanted to sit somewhere soft. He'd spent enough time sitting on rocks and logs that a carpeted floor was like heaven as far as seats went. And he could lean against the arm of the couch. He didn't eat anything, and he definitely hadn't brought any alcohol nor grabbed any that was apparently available. Isaac had quietly elected himself Designated Sober Person for the evening, so make sure there was someone in the group with their head on straight. That was fine with him, he'd never drank before and didn't intend to. He did, however, take a water bottle from a cooler. He closed his eyes and pressed it to his cheek for a second, taking a deep breath. Okay. 

He opened his eyes and was back to mostly people-watching. Not many in the group engaged him in conversation on their own, but that was fine. He'd long since resigned himself to his role of being the one who--

His phone buzzed. He picked it up and glanced at it. Note to self table?

Isaac reached over and patted Bernie's knee. [color=olivedrab]"Berns. [i]Berns[/i]. Table?"[/color] He pointed to his phone and gave a confused face. It was definitely the weirdest thing he'd received in a while from her. Not that she'd never texted strange things to him, often in the late hours of the night. He had theories about what "ahe ag ognoth" meant, other than being a prayer to Cthulhu. But somehow Berns didn't strike him as the kind of girl to deal with the Elder Gods.