Anthony and Open
Lia had been already slightly intoxicated by the time the party in the Great Hall started. She had started drinking quite early in the day, since her birthday usually depressed her more than anything else. Her mother always ruined it by making it about her, ignoring it in general, or doing something extra cruel under the guise of trying to celebrate. It only got worse after the death of her father, so instead of it being a happy day, it just reminded her of dreary things. That's why alcohol was so incredibly excellent. It made all that negativity float away! She just had to ingest the right amount...
After hanging out with Sally then and getting her accident victim costume just right, they made their way downstairs. After making a few rounds and spiking every glass of punch she consumed with the flask she kept in her hand (Lia wasn't known for her subtlety, after all) she couldn't help but laugh when Anthony made his grand entrance.
Walking up to him she smiled, holding out her cup. "Depends the type of drink you're aiming for, sexy lady," she said, giving him a wink and waggling her flask at him.