Anya + OTA
Anya was wandering the edge of the party, eating from a small plate of crackers topped with a cheese spread she held in her hand, and watching the others. She could appreciate a good party, and she liked the fact that the food and drink was all paid by some other person, so she didn't have to worry about any of that herself.
As she stopped next to someone, she mused aloud without looking at them, "I almost got married once, you know. Of course, our reception wouldn't have gone like this. We wouldn't be sharing it with other couples. But Xander's family probably would have drank all of the alcohol by now, so in the end it's probably a good thing he left me at the altar."