[One particular guest, dressed a dead ringer for Alex from A Clockwork Orange, terrifying eye makeup and all, has been chilling on one of the living room couches, halfway in the lap of a man in a half-assed Freddie Kruger costume, both of them with drinks in their hands as they chatted.

Then as she sees the Dracula costume Liz sits up a little, leaning over curiously.]

Woah, that's a sweet ride you've got there. May I?

[She extends her hand to the nightmare cautiously, asking invitation from both it and its rider.]