You're not exactly sure how you ended up here. You don't do parties. Certainly not networking filled Christmas bashes amongst Hollywood's best.

Alas, the doors are already shut, so there's no escaping now. You nurse some holiday themed drink while you watch people commune and dance and all the stuff people should do at Christmas parties. Things you're not doing as you lean against some lonely garland-lined wall.

"Hello," Comes a voice chirpy enough to jolt you right out of your wallowing. You didn't exactly have a scripted plan of what to do in the event someone actually decides to talk to you. Yikes.

"Sorry, am I interrupting?" Jenna chuckles, taking a sip from her champagne glass. The question is wrapped in a layer of... something. Something you can't quite put your finger on, but it doesn't matter because she pipes up again anyway.

"I do this too. You know, people-watch at parties when I have no one to talk to. I was actually doing it from over there and I noticed you haven't moved for a solid ten minutes." She jabs her thumb over her shoulder in the direction of where she was standing, still gazing up at you.

"Misery loves company though, amiright?" She grins, but it's bordering on a grimace. Like she's trying to put herself out there without seeming like a total freak. Jenna does not know how to talk to people outside of work.

"Jenna." She holds a ring adorned, slightly clammy, hand out.