Illy and Remy Ooh, interesting. Illyana had been wondering if there was alcohol at this party (she'd only spotted soda and water, nothing giving off the pungent aroma of liqueur) - she was guessing not, however, because America had some strange laws about ages and drinking and apparently you were considered an 'adult' at age eighteen (could buy a lottery ticket, live on your own, be shipped off to fight in wars) and yet could not wander into a pub and ask for the bartender to pour you a drink. It was odd, especially considering the drinking age in most other countries was much lower.
Well, there were ways to work around it if one wanted to, she supposed. It didn't matter to her any. Either way, bourbon added to her Coca-Cola would probably perk things up a little.
"Share?" she asked with a twist of lips upward, a smirk, as she held out her cup of soda. "Just a splash or two. Cutting loose sounds fun to me."