There she was. The blue eyed blonde at the snack table, drawing all and yet none of the attention all at once. She just held her beer, glancing at all the other writers at the cramped apartment party. What a dump.

Once she sees you close, probably just getting a drink or a snack- as if there are any left- she gives a small wave, smiling softly. "Nice party, right?" She murmured, clearly not impressed. It was nice to be surrounded by creativity, but the party was dead. It totally sucked.