Octavia wasn't wearing a costume, but Mike had shoved a tiny ringmaster's top hat on a headband at her upon her arrival, and for whatever reason, she hadn't fought him on it.

She'd also made an almost immediate beeline for the food and drink tables. For the snacks, sure, but also to pretty much inhale a couple of the shots right off the bat. This was going to be that kind of an evening, yes.

[ooc: Feel free to specify at what point in the evening you're catching her, if you're looking for a specific level of fairly sober vs. kinda drunk!]