Sivan so rarely gets an invite to things like these. It's his own fault, though, really. He doesn't exactly make it easy for people to track him down to send out an invitation. He so often has a different face and name, his address is always changing, he's even constantly changing cellphones. Even if people did want to invite him to anything (and surely they want to. He's a delight), he's hard to nail down. Not that Sivan ever needs an invite to show up somewhere, but an invite at least tells him that something is happening, otherwise he has a tendency to find out after the fact.

Save for a few gold rings, Sivan is dressed entirely in black. Tailored black suit and a black shirt, black eyeliner and black nails. He likes to think he'd fit in great with a group of high school goths. Maybe that's what he'll be next time? Could be fun! Anyway, Sivan loads up a plate with food before he starts to inflict himself upon others, getting in the middle of conversations like he's been a part of them from the very beginning. He spends some time out in the garden and on the deck overlooking the harbour too, as well as takes a self-guided tour of the house. He never makes it to these sorts of things so he's getting the most out of the night that he can.