Jeffrey was late. He didn't mind as much, but it wasn't something that he wanted to be known for among the local Summer courtiers. To tell the truth, he wanted to be there first in order to size up who was going to be there, but that was then and this is now. He stopped and picked up some Stolichnaya vodka and coke from the store. This was supposed to be a party and he was sure that there were going to be some people who were lookingto get hammered. Especially once the vets got done hazing the newbies.
Lost in his thoughts, the ogre almost bumped right into Mal as she stood in the gateway to the backyard. Thankfully, the Ogre checked himself before running right into the other Summer courtier. Seeing that she was deep in her thoughts as much as he was, he made his presence clear.
"Ahem. Excuse me. I think there is a party here or something that I'm supposed to be at. My name's Jeffrey. What's yours?" He tried to smile genially, but his maw wasn't necessarily a pleasant one. "I brought drinks." He said matter of factly, showing her the alcohol and coke. He was definitely better at small talk with his fists than with his words. He looked awkwardly at the grill, the sight and smell of the sizzling meat got his mouth watering.