Libby and Open
Libby made a dish of Lemon Piccata Whitefish to the New Year's Eve party. It took her most of the day because she was short on some ingredients but she was happy with the result. Libby used any excuse in order to cook something different. She was a chef. Not really. She was a cook but she felt like a chef when she managed to cook something she was certain a lot of people would like. People with good taste anyway.
The blonde put on something nice, it was a party, and headed off to the Trading Post. Neutral territory, lots enemies and booze. It was going to be an interest party. Libby wondered how long it would take for someone to start a fight. Hell, if things got too boring she would start a fight herself. She hadn't dressed up for nothing.
When Libby arrived at the Trading Post, there wasn't a lot of people around yet. She scanned the place for a friendly face but no one stood out and she went on to place her casserole with the rest of the food. The beverage wouldn't be too far away from the food - she assumed anyway - and she wanted to get the party started. Libby needed to be a little drunk at the midnight because she was totally kissing someone under the mistletoe.