The weekend after his birthday, Skye calls pretty much everyone he's ever met and invites them to
this place for his birthday party. Which, thanks to Cory's genius, is a masquerade complete with live band and fancy-ass ballroom.
As usual for a Skye-party, there's a metric fuckton of booze everywhere, and exquisite Italian food courtesy of Medea. Skye himself is clad in a tight shimmery pantsuit and a
creepy-looking mask. (Everyone's invited. Mingle, threadhop etc -- and come in costume, dammit!)