Varten wondered if anyone found his flyers. It was later that night and he had no idea if anyone were going to arrive. He sat down and sent a text to his old mentor, the man that had changed him. They had dated briefly after the red-head had been turned, but it had ended well enough that they still talked. He pushed his glasses up his nose. He didn't actually need them so they were lens-less glasses.

He got a reply saying that he was sure to have guest, and even if he didn't he should still try to enjoy himself. So Varten decided to put on his costume. As he stood up he heard a plaintive mewling noise from the bedroom door. Glancing over, he saw Cheshire looking hungry and forlorn. Figuring that he should feed his precious kitty before he got dressed, he padded barefoot down the hall in his fluffy red towel.