Okay, so she'd been a bit liberal with her interpretation of the word "horror", but Rocky Horror was kind of horror. And she had the hair to pull off the Columbia costume she'd picked out, so she figured it was fine. And parties were always fine. She sat on the back of a chair as if it was her jukebox, looking out over the drink, contemplating setting her drink on fire. Drinks on fire were always cool, and she knew it wouldn't get out of control. "Eh, fuck it," she said, pulling her lighter out of her cleavage and flicking it. "Now you, go over there," she said, trying to be at least somewhat discreet about making the little flame jump from the lighter to her glass. "Ah, much better," she said, just holding onto the drink for the moment, figuring it would impress a couple of people. She'd drink it when she was good and ready.