[It was a good mood on Ethan’s part to not touch Loki in that moment. The alcohol has not had the chance to work through his system properly yet and he is more than a little jumpy still from what he did on the second floor. He stupidly thought his time not being in control of his body and mind was over, but this place has certainly proven him wrong.

Needless to say, he jumps at the sudden sound of a voice directly behind him, the sound carrying over the noise of the rest of the party. With a sigh, he carefully places his glass down on the counter and slowly turns to face Ethan. The look on the other man’s face tells him he’s likely correct about that.]

This is easily the worst party I have ever been to, and trust me when I tell you that is saying something. [Loki is actually a big fan of parties, but some of the celebrations on Asgard, when he had to be there as an official representative, or just when he was forced to spend time with Thor and his oafish friends had not always been fun. This, however, made those times seem like the greatest time in his life.]

I admit, my actual helmet has much bigger horns. It is quite intimidating. Very heavy though. This one is much more comfortable, especially when drowning ones sorrows. [Loki looks him over then.] And, I am sorry, but what are you dressed as?