Barbara had always been grateful to have friends who never asked too many questions (so long as you asked no questions in return). She knew everyone at the party better than she could ever let on through her work as Oracle, but on the books she was one of those mutual friends of Dinah and Dick and possibly had worn a suit of her own at some time (though she wasn't saying).
She hadn't had the time to bake, and so she'd done the store bought thing. It was an easy out, but cupcakes were cupcakes (and these cupcakes weren't at all burnt which was a bonus!) She hadn't started drinking yet, but an hour into things seemed about the right time to relax a bit. "Okay someone point me to the booze?"