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Iris had come as Katy Perry (whatever, even if that's not what the package said, that's what it was), blue wig and all. She'd only been in the city a few weeks when the invitation landed on her doorstep, and she was starting to think the Drugs had eyes everywhere. Not that she'd turn down a party.
Not only were gigs like these great for relaxing, but for networking, too, at least until she got too intoxicated to remember that part. So she sipped at her drink, chatting with various people. It never paid to be rude.