Chloe & Lydia
Although, technically, Lydia wasn't old enough to drink, she was employed by the club and this, like all that were hosted here, was her event. And she took pride in her work, had a reputation in Beacon Hills for throwing the best parties and refused to give that up.
In a sleek blue dress, white accessories, her hair completing the subtly patriotic look, she was walking through the room, making sure everything as running smoothly. Lydia didn't attend parties, she conducted them.
A familiar face made her smile, amused, and she made her way over. "I didn't even have to invite you to this."