Re: 7:15 p.m., at a booth - max
Max had heard about the party, and was stoked. Not only was it mandatory to get shitfaced on St. Patrick's Day, it was also full of all the tropes of a great party - drunk people, crazy holiday crap, stupid games and food. She was currently maneuvering her way through the bar with a pint of beer in one hand and some sort of meat on a stick in the other, looking around at the people who were already here and winking at a few of the cute ones.
She was just passing the booths when she heard her name and stopped, turning to see the shy woman from her classes. A wide smile broke out on her face. "Hey!" she greeted, setting her beer down and sidling over towards the booth and taking the offered seat. "Great party, I'm glad you could make it. Belle, right?" she met a lot of people and often got names confused, but for some reason that stuck out for her.