Much to Charlie's chagrin (or would it be considered luck?), she was not to be the first to appear at the party. Rather, she would be one half of a pair, a rather friendly woman who came directly from next door. What she was grateful for, in the end, was the opening of the door and the appearance of their hostess, which saved her from having to make nice with this Lily person. Her mouth half opened to deliver a somewhat scalding reply, the jaw snapped shut in favor of turning to view the movement of the door opening.
"Fuckin' swear, this must be the first time I've ever been on time to anythin'," she started, taking easy strides into Tanya's (she knew it wasn't Tiffany) apartment and giving it a once over before zeroing in on the smell of food. Her stomach gave a light grumble, and her mind correlated the presence of food with that of alcohol. Turning on her heel and hooking thumbs into the belt loops of her pants, she glanced from the face of Lily to that of Tanya.
She hadn't met either of them before, perhaps a perk of living on the first floor was having to deal so little with one's neighbors, but something about Tanya niggled a half-forgotten memory in the back of her mind. It was a similar sensation she'd had with many who lived in the building, and the sensation was beginning to be vexing. "So. Some party."