Lily

I spot you sitting alone on the couch, nursing your whiskey and coke. I've been hovering near the kitchen, but Reagan's busy with other guests and I don't really know anyone else either. You look... kinda cute, actually. I fidget with my choker, then grab a drink and make my way over.

Hey... um, mind if I sit here? I'm Lily. Reagan's friend. I gesture vaguely toward the party crowd with my drink. This is all a bit much, yeah? I kinda just wanna sit somewhere quiet for a bit.