The rest of her plate devoured, Charlie gulped down the shortcake in three large bites, slightly smearing some of it along the edges of her mouth. Her tongue and fingers made quick work of the leftovers on her face, the soft popping noise of her lips suctioning her fingers a punctuation to her finished meal. At Tanya's remark, a smirk's ghost appeared on her face. Charlie rose to her feet, leaving the dirtied plate and used plastic cutlery on the chair behind her.
"So...we gonna get some music goin' or somethin'? Or are we all supposed tah sit around and chit chat like birds?" She glanced from the newcomer - Toli - to the hostess, spreading her hands wide. "I mean, what's a party without a little music? Maybe we need to pop open some lubrication," she continued, walking away to the far end of the food table and laying claim to one of a dozen of bottles sitting there for the taking. The one that came to hand was a generic whiskey, but Charlie wasn't picky about her liquor or her food. Eschewing a cup, she opened the bottle without asking for an invitation and took a deep drink.
Pulling the lip of the bottle away from her mouth with a slight hiss, she gave a slight whoop and raised it toward the ceiling. "Now there's a party, if I've ever been tah one. You - Toli? What kinda name is Toli, anyway...you gonna join in on the festivities? I don't think these other two are inclined." She pointed the butt of the bottle in Toli's direction, her face expectant for the woman's reply. If anything, Charlie was deeply interested in finding out what level this woman's tolerance was at.