She watched as a waiter slipped out of the party and she stopped him to ask if he would be so kind as to bring them each a drink, it didn't matter what kind, just anything he was going to be taking back in on a tray. When the waiter departed she returned her attention to Daimon.
"Normal," she answered just as a group of women in ridiculously designed and extravagant dresses- if one could even call them dresses- strolled out of the doors. "Unaffected, just really nice people. I would've expected something more tame and elegant. I don't think they planned it." The waiter returned, his tray full, and handed them both asian pear martinis, then ducked back into the party.