[color=coral]”Good to see you guys,”[/color] Alice offered with a smile on her face. It was really all she managed before Ron and Ara both got back to conversing amongst themselves. Alice dared let her eyes linger on the pair for a moment more before she made her way towards the basement of Ron’s house. Their demeanor, their gestures, their words, Alice was all too familiar with people acting in such a way. It was almost like a facade, but it was also not her business. With a swift aversion of her gaze, the quiet girl dared not intervene with her friends. She knew them better than that, and she knew her own capabilities.

Upon entering into the more occupied basement, Alice momentarily surveyed the room. It was only when she met eyes with Bernie that her friend spoke up. After a moment, she had discovered Alice’s costume’s intent. In response, Alice offered a bit of a flourishing curtsy in acknowledgement of Bernie’s comment. [color=coral]”And you, a perfect representation of the night. You look good, Bernie.”[/color] Alice would have left it there, but she could only have imagined Bernie’s trek to Ron’s house. [color=coral]”I don’t know how you managed to make it here like that, though.”[/color]

With that, Alice remembered her own method of staving off the October winds, and unslung her satchel from her shoulder. Her eyes drifted around the room, looking for a place to set her bag and jacket. Her gaze was soon set upon Augie in his conglomerated attire that certainly caught the eye. What particularly drew her in the was reddened guise of his eyes. [i]Had he been crying or something?[/i] Alice would never discern that, nor would she press it. It was his words that managed to drag Alice’s gaze from the offputting attire onto Rob, where she only found herself more shocked, stifling a short chuckle. [color=coral]”You’ve both done great this year… On opposite sides of the whole scary versus cute aspect at least.”[/color]

One more voice chimed in as Alice felt she was essentially on the runway, her costume getting all the initial judgements as she entered the party. This time it was Isaac, offering a vague reference to the very story Alice’s idea emerged from. She quirked her eyebrows in response, offering Isaac a pleasant smile. [color=coral]”More than one holiday all at once, it seems.”[/color] After she spoke, Alice spent a moment looking Isaac up and down. When her brain finally seemed to click, it was evident on her facial expression. Alice was wholly surprised to see Isaac of all people in the attire. She laughed a bit before speaking up once again. [color=coral]”Ready to rumble even when relaxing. You’re a perfect lookalike. I’m sure you could get hired for one of those crazy WWF matches.[/color] Alice paused in her speech, nodding her head a few times to show her recognition of Isaac’s stellar effort.

As Isaac sat on the floor, Alice took the perfect opportunity to grab her own seat upon the couch at his side. She set her bag next to her on the couch’s end, rather protective of the satchel at her side. It seemed she evaded the room’s main floor space just as Rob took to the microphone. How perfect her timing had come as well. Without any attention on her, Alice was content just to sit and observe her closest friends, not requiring sustenance or any sort of drink just yet at least. With a cross of her legs, Alice watched fully engaged as she expected nothing less of Rob— rocking his lyrics perfectly in the exact style one would have expected of him. Of course, his outfit only made the whole spectacle even greater. Upon his crescendo at the end, Alice dared to be the first to lightly applaud his show.