Philip arrives bright and early, dutifully making use of the smoking his closet decided to spit at him the other day. The alternative to attending would be another night spent staring at the blizzard outside, thinking of bloody corpses and the horrible death that probably awaits him at home.

With that in mind it's really not too hard to appreciate the semi-compulsory dance, even though the physicist wouldn't have minded attending with company other than the voice in his head. Thing is, Philip didn't exactly feel like asking whether anyone would like to jingle his bells, but since that's undoubtedly how the event he's currently suffering from would have put his request... well.

...Long story short, after fetching his serving of delicious food and free booze Philip is now sitting at one of the tables, quietly watching the evening unfold.