Erik hasn't even bothered to wear the little throwaway domino mask properly, opting instead to hold it up to his eyes on the way past the party's gatekeeper, a distinctly tolerant air about him. As ever, he stands tall and narrow, dressed tonight in a slim grey suit without a tie, and looking kind of intense purely by default.

He too makes a beeline for the bar, for...reasons. The mask's new home is the first table he happens to pass.