"Hey! Gomez!" One of the drunk party goers (some guy who threw a hockey mask on over his street clothes and called it good) called to Duke as he navigated his way through the crowd towards the alcohol, "I saw Morticia over there talkin' to some guy; better go get your wife!"
Duke just smiled and nodded at the guy, unsure really what he was talking about. Beer in hand, he surveyed the room to see what Hockey Mask had been talking about. Against the back wall was a slight woman, in a floor length, skin tight, black dress, looking incredibly uncomfortable as some guy in a Mario costume tried to talk to her.
Duke beelined towards her.
"…get out of here?" Mario was saying as Duke showed up. Mario glanced at him briefly before doing a double take.
Duke just smiled, "There you are, Tish."
The woman looked up at him, surprise clear on her face, before she beamed at him, "Gomez."
Duke carefully wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "Here I thought I'd lost you to the wilds of the darkness outside."
Mario shifted uncomfortably just in Duke's periphery as she said dramatically, "Never without you, mon amour."
Duke dramatically gasped, "Tish, that's French!"
Mario, thankfully, took the hint, and disappeared into the crowd. She laughed next to him, moving out from under his arm but still smiling at him, "Thanks! I didn't think he was ever gonna leave."
"No problem, besides, what kind of Gomez would I be if I let a Morticia, even one I don't know, in need of assistance?" Duke asked, smiling back at her.
She giggled at him, "I'm Jennifer."
"I'm Duke."