Chad waved a hand at the trio. “Nobody invited me, I just sorta sensed there was a party on, and there’s no party like a Chad party! I even brought booze!”

Carver grinned with both of her mouths, glad she got all the cameras set up beforehand. The guy was going to regret crashing [i]this[/i] party, and she was going to relish every moment.

Upon hearing the announcement that Chad could stay, Lillith hid her expression of mild horror behind a long delicate sip of punch. Her sister, on the other hand, made no such attempt to hide her reaction. 

Carmilla threw back her entire glass of wine and poured another. She crossed her arms, silently debating with herself whether the entertainment of watching Shock ruin the idiot’s day would be worth the annoyance of dealing with his presence until then.

Chad, completely oblivious to the tension in the room, pulled a can of beer out of his jacket. “You can put that box wherever, dude. I got mine, so that stuff’s to share. Enjoy!”

He then cracked open his can and wandered to the center of the roulette wheel. “Nice light, by the way! Weird choice in music, but I can work with it. Be better with guy singers, though.”

Agatha’s eyes widened. She stuttered some sort of apology and shuffled away over toward the refreshments table. She did not want to be standing anywhere near Chad when the trickster bomb went off.

Carmilla’s eyes flashed at his comment. One the one claw, she wanted to be offended at his callous dismissal of her vocal skills. On the other… Shock was the lead singer for this song, and Lock was the one who wrote it. Which meant she also rather wanted to smirk at her rival and her sister’s boyfriend. Decisions, decisions…

Carver swung himself hard, so that when he let go of his perch, he went flying sideways in a smooth arc. One of the couches broke his fall. He quickly made his way to the refreshments table as well. He was going to need a lot more popcorn than he could reach from up there.