Kali never really went to parties, unless you counted funerals, one of Shiva's, or ones held in her own club, even that being rare. However, she had gotten invited by Spike, and, well, she couldn't say no, now could she?
She'd kept it simple at least, wearing a grey, elbow length top, a pair of formal black denim jeans and black flats. Her hair as pulled into a ponytail that she played with as Giles spoke. He meant every word, at least, of what he spoke. The names didn't ring anything with Kali, but she at least was polite enough to nod.
Once he finished, Kali ran her hand through her hair, moving to the punch bowl. People loved walking over to these things, didn't they? Good a place to watch for Spike as an---
---a demon? Here?
"I'm going to take a guess," Kali spoke to Lorne, raising an eyebrow, "and say you are either at the wrong party, are a guest of honor, or someone is keeping you here as a pet."