Simon stared down at the index card James had prepared. It looked like the sort of thing one might hand-write after about twenty minutes of internet web searches. ‘Staf’ was the final member of Pan’s entourage. Short for Stafylos, this was the satyr representing the connection to vineyards and wine. His name also sounded like "Staff" which was an added plus for this kind of party.
No wonder he had been quizzing Matt and Will about how much they liked wine!
Simon squirmed a bit in the pants of this "eternally tipsy" satyr. The last pair of goat legs James had brought were equally vibrant. Instead of Matt's rosy reds, Simon's pants were a deep amethyst purple. The fur looked almost black when in a shadow, but had a nice purple hue whenever the light hit it just right.
Staf's prop was a small wooden wine barrel. It was about the size of those countertop beer kegs and felt just about as heavy. The index card called it the "Everlasting Cask"? It did have a spout on the end of it and... oh man, there was totally a bag of wine crammed in this thing, wasn't there?
Simon was starting to realize why the last guy dropped out. Thankfully whoever had made this prop put a small leather padding on one side of the barrel. It wasn't too hard to prop up on his shoulder.
Alright, this was it. Simon slid on the horn headband and stashed the rest of his clothes away in a corner of the prop room. Hopefully Clark wouldn't mind his plus one sauntering into the party without a shirt on.
Simon slung the wine barrel over his shoulder and headed into the party with James and the others. They all hovered awkwardly in the entryway to (one of?) the mansion's living room.
"Nice to meet you guys?" Simon smiled awkwardly. He glanced down at his card again, "I'm Staf, the satyr of wine. Who are you two supposed to be?"
Will pulled out his index card from his green-furred waistband, "I'm apparently Leafos? You can call me Lee. Goat of leaves n' stuff."
"I'm Crim," Matt crossed his arms. "Short for Crimson. Color of my legs."
James furrowed his brow, "That's not what's written on your card at all!"
"I'm not going to Ro, Rosy, or Flow James." Matt huffed. "I'm not big into flowers."
"But it's your character!" James protested, "You guys need to take this seriously!"
Will tucked his card away again, "Is there a group costume contest or something."
"Look," James pinched the bridge of his nose, "Let's just get some wine into you guys. You'll be feeling better in no time."
Simon fidgeted with the spout on his cask, "I think that's my job?" He watched a drop of red wine dribble out. "We just need to find some glasses."