By this point in the night, Bruce has given up on caring about the ridiculousness of his costume. It helps that he's learned how to move the cape as best as he can over the clothing. He could go home, and he should, but he is going to drink this wine first. He hasn't had much alcohol since getting absolutely drunk his first day. No time like the present to try it out again.

"Your costume, uh, yeah looks creepy. Let's try not to reap any souls tonight though." This is good wine. He is on his third glass. It's going to be fine. He's less concerned about the skirt this way. "I'm Little Red Riding Hood. I feel like I should be singing some Into the Woods."