Lavender/Open
Lavender wasn't drinking much because she figured someone needed to stay sane. It was hard to remember who was who but she was starting to get the hang of it- even if this seemed to be a party of strangers, some that knew her pretty well. The changes really were weird- a lot of people still looked like themselves, sort of.
She was just heading back to the bar to make herself another martini when she heard someone walk up behind her.