The Blind Leading the Blind
Cecil is enjoying the party...but enjoying the party doesn't mean not needing a break from it every now and again. He steps over to the bar for a pause and a drink and smiles pleasantly (just ignore the fangs?) at the unrecognizable Issy. Then...he realizes that he knows nothing about mixed drinks apart from the fact that he doesn't want to go anywhere near anything but the non-alcoholic kind. Fortunately, that's not something he has to worry about here. And that some of them are sort of cute, he supposes. But that's about all. "Ah...any recommendations?" She has to know more about this than he does, right?