Stephen and Illy
The Fourth of July was important in America, wasn't it? All patriotism, rock music, and red, white, blue everything (even printed on paper napkins!). The colors of the flag reminded her of good old-fashioned cherries and blueberry pie - it went with the foods of the holiday too. Pie, hot dogs, popsicles that were neon electric and unholy as far as colors went - perhaps a little unholy what with the way she licked one too, but was there not an unholy way to eat a popsicle? Especially these, the icee push pops, where you cut the top off and sucked back the frozen part.
Mostly she was just trying not to get the blue raspberry flavor on her dress, which was pure white - off the shoulder, a flowy sort of silhouette. Her hair was up in buns, some of the blonde poking out in every which way and remaining out of dark eyes as she wandered the party.
Oh. That was a floating lemonade - only one person would have such things (one person besides her, anyway).
"Doctor," she twirled closer, giving a sweet smile that was sugared flowers atop a wedding cake. "Is my tongue blue?" Poke, like a snake, she let that serpent slip out of her mouth in demonstration.