Lenz allows himself to be led with no hesitation and smiles thoughtlessly. Because he is having fun and everything. He's had enough to drink that he can feel it, the euphoric ease that comes when nothing matters, and he's spent much of the evening burning off the experiences of the past month on the dance floor or getting shitfaced with his colleagues or, yes, even jumping in the goddamn bounce house for a few brief minutes. He's invincible, thanks. He's fucking perfect, thanks.

"...Yeah. Needed it, to be fucking honest," he tells Crysta, because there's no reason not to tell her, "Are you? Or is the host's work never done?" Getting locked in a closet with no way out is one way to ensure she gets a break, if nothing else.