Hope & Strange
"Yeah, I get that. I'd prefer to be an introvert," Hope concurred - she mostly just hated people, but admittedly, not these people. There were many friends here, and she was having a good time. A good, intoxicated time. Hiccup. "How was your trip to Seattle anyway?" she asked. "I know Christine's folks are....kind of nuts."
Like, we're talking macadamia here. Hope had no idea how Christine was related to them, based on all the stories her friend had told her, but. Luckily that apple fell way far from the tree.
She grinned sheepishly at Stephen's offer. "I mean, I might - cabs aren't great, sooooo..." Neither was Uber. Her luck, she'd get stuck with some talkative asshole who played Arctic Monkeys in the car, and mansplained best routes she gave to her own home. "Do you plan to schlep home a lot of drunkards tonight?"