Rory was never big on parties and the like. Nothing particularly against them, they just weren't her thing. Well, she'd agreed to go to one with you and now?

"Honestly, fuck it," She said, walked off and came back with her fourth cup of beer. "If I'm here, I might as well get drunk out of my mind. Let's pray I don't get alcohol poisoning." She laughed. She was definitely tipsy.