A bit after having a nice chat with the lovely man at the piano, Lily decided to get lost in the crowd again for a bit. So lost she got, that she hardly saw where she was going half the time. Holding her fourth drink in one hand and the cigarette holder in the other, Lily had already danced with strangers, told jokes and all around had a lot of fun. You could say she was a little tipsy, which was why, as she crossed the crowd on her way to the bar, she clashed frontally with someone. Attempting not to spill the drink all over him - for it had to be a man judging by the pinstripe suit, Lily immediately glanced over to her glass and kept it as far from the man as she could, while trying not to fall. With her considerably short dress, falling wasn't an option.
"Ooops!" She mumbled, giggling right after. "So sorry mate, did I spill some on ya?" She asked as she looked up, grinning as sweetly as she always did. Her gaze widened when she saw who it was, although she might have narrowed her eyes right afterwards to admire Cary looking mighty fit with that suit and fedora. "Cary! I'd ask if you fancy a drink but I might or might not have already spilled mine on ya."