By now, Evan's taken off his costume's mask and he's ready for a cold beer. He walks up to the bar, a grin on his face at Killian's costume. He remembers being a priest one year, with Jason and Will as an angel and a devil, respectively, and he's got to admit it was a hell of a lot of fun. No pun intended. He knows for damn sure, though, that he didn't look as good as Killian does tonight. Like, really good. The errant thought about his friend makes him blush a little and clear his throat.

"Hey, padre. I've got a confession to make. You up for it?"