She looked put together in her punk rock/biker chick way, but nobody would tell her she looked out of place. And if they did, Rory would tell them to bite her.
Rory couldn't hide her look of horror at her father's drink of choice. "I love Aunt Eve, but no, Dad. Her taste in alcohol cannot be trusted." Rory's first drink had been an appletini and only her Auntie Maze giving her whiskey convinced her not all alcohol tasted like appletinis.
She ordered an old fashioned for herself before she hugged Lucifer. "It's a mystery of life," she commented.