With his own drink in hand, Cary had talked with a few people and even found someone he remembered vaguely from high school but he stayed away from the dance floor. He wasn't quite drunk enough for that. Everyone all dressed up was exciting though and he was actually enjoying himself. A rarity in the life of Cary Wells. Downing the last of his drink, he was just going to get himself another when someone ran into him, getting just the smallest hint of alcohol on his jacket.
Looking down, Cary realized that it was Lily and he couldn't help but smile. "No, just a tiny bit," he said with a shake of his head. "It seems we keep running into each other." This was only the second time, but still this ship was huge and somehow they kept bumping into one another. "Well, I was just heading over to get myself another one, actually."