There were a lot of hipsters here, but Kate didn't mind it much. No matter where she was, she didn't have a problem mingling. She gave some eager dude on kitchen patrol the food and drinks she'd brought and went off to talk and flirt, thinking she might've seen Cassie outside with Wicked and would catch up with her later. She approached a small knot of people and chatted them up, which was going well until they got into the topic of music and the Pretentious Hipster Monster came out of the woodworks. She rolled her eyes. "Oh, okay, so you're wearing a Clara Schumann shirt, can't even name a single piece of hers or tell me what made her one of the greatest composers of her time, and you want to judge me for not knowing some obscure band called Kitty Vomit? Girl, bye." Kate scoffed and walked away to find another person or group to talk to.