Hearing her name, she brightened even more, her smile flirtatious in return to Maddie's. She wasn't normally so easily swayed by a pretty face, but the alcohol in her head made Lucy feel light and happy. Those were two things she hadn't been feeling a lot of lately, and she certainly felt better than she did when she thought of Osiric. Just thinking about him had the redhead taking note of all the things that Maddox did not share with the boy plaguing her mind, and part of her felt a soft pang of disappointment. He was hot, though not Osiric hot (in her opinion) but what girl could rightfully turn down the attention of someone like Maddox Lennon? Lucy's tipsy brain didn't see a reason to even try,
"Oy Maddie!" she greeted, her British accent slurring even stronger as the alcohol stripped away her diction. Further proving the drunk theory, she placed two enthusiastic kisses on each of Maddie's cheek before moving back just a smidgen so she could see his face. "The rumor is correct. It's my birthday!" Peering at his hands, Lucy then eyed him impishly. "I see no presents! Though I do see the shots..." she surveyed, wondering where the rest was hidden. At this point in the night, Lucy had stopped adjusting the fitted black dress she wore, so it creeped up just a bit as she leaned in towards Maddie.