The night was going over well, Ivy decided. Here's to a successful party, she thought, and took a swig of her beer. Some local microbrew, not too bad, but not really worth the price. But hey, the night was young, and everyone seemed to be having fun.
She caught sight of Hanna and was glad the woman had shown up. The last time they'd met hadn't exactly been the best of times--remembering their conversation made her chest hurt with a mix of rage, embarrassment, and helplessness--but maybe this could be a start over. They ran in such different circles that really being friends seemed like an odd, improbable event to Ivy, but Hanna seemed like a good person to at least be acquaintances with.
"Hey!" She made a vaguely wave-like gesture with the hand holding her beerglass, careful to keep from spilling any. "Good to see you! You know Olivia? Olivia, Hanna, Hanna..." Ivy trailed off as Olivia asked how Hanna was; that wasn't the kind of question you asked people you'd never seen before in your life.