If there was a person to recognize who Sam was, half-mask, full mask, or no, it was Jim Kirk. He could spot his lover a mile away, and he had been looking forward to a fun evening with him. They had each been at their respective jobs during the day. Even with a celebration going on, there was still coin to be made, especially if he planned to get some treats that night at the party itself.

"Why good evening good serah" Kirk chuckled, low and warm, to Samouel's side as he came up alongside him. "Might I trouble you for some company this evening?"