"Psyching yourself up? It's a party, I didn't think it would take that much to convince someone to have a drink," Riza observed.

She'd been standing against the wall for some time. Watching people come and go. It was a little tame for a party, but she imagined some of them were still reeling from the events that transpired around Christmas. She was grateful for the little distraction, even if normally she wasn't much of a party person. She had, at least, dressed up for the occasion, wearing the new light blue dress she'd received from someone she barely knew and her hair falling over her shoulders to cover the tattoo on her back.

She reached over and grabbed a second glass, "Would you care for someone to join you in that?"