A damn good vampire costume, Nancy thought. There was something about it that made it truly accurate- not the sort of thing you'd see on the telly, by far. which was what drew her to this man in the first place. For her part, Nancy was lacking creativity, just as much. She'd picked up a silly black hat from a local shop, and went as a more readily accepted image of a witch.

What- you didn't think they all had pointed hats in their closet, did you?

This man was bold, too, replacing her glass, and Nancy had to raise it to him, in a sort of appreciative toast. "No, can't have that." She eyed him carefully. "You've gotten plenty to drink, I assume?" She glances towards the blood on his collar. Fake, from the way it looked. It would be brown by now, if it were real.