Massive slumber party? Abel gulped slightly. He was rarely any good with people even in one-on-one circumstances; an entire ballroom's worth -and probably in their pajamas, nonetheless!- would present quite the challenge. Banishing his inane fears, he continued listening to the others. He tried to remain still while Maggie cantered around him, eying him up from head to toe. [i]What a strange person.[/i] “I'm pretty hyped,” he ventured.

Abel followed Nevin's gaze into the crowd but, unlike him, he recognized no-one. Only the fleeing back of the long-haired coat-wearer, his staggered walk helping to distinguish him in a group, was familiar. “Sure, I'm up for exploring more before heading off to the ballroom. More exploring, I mean. “ His eyes discreetly roamed over Maggie's dark hair and white shoulders, returning her the favor of a quick examination. While not beautiful, this slightly crazy girl had a certain charm. Perhaps it was because he simply didn't know how to deal with her. “Where we headed?”