"Hey, Denson!" The raccoon had recognised the Doe by her height and hair, quickly approaching her with two drinks in hand. "I should have known you'd be here, you never miss out on a party if there's dancing."
His mask concealed his smile as one of the drinks was offered to the lady. "Care for a quick chugging competition before a little dance perhaps?"
There would be no getting out of getting recognized, Kate thought, amused. Either it was how damn short she was or her tattoo that gave it away. Perhaps next li'l masquerade shindig that happened she would opt for long sleeves or a shawl that covered up all the ink, and something to help with her height.
"Depends on what sorta hooch ya got there, Morrison," she laughed, taking the cup. "We talkin' something we can shoot back without a problem?" Regardless, she had shifted her mask up so it would be easier to drink.