Re: Ivy G./Rey
Rey was generally familiar with Ivy from the garage, of course. Her ancient beat-up hatchback was well-loved and Rey knew the basics of caring for it from YouTube, but you didn't have a twenty-year-old car without knowing the local garage. Plus she really did like Dante a lot.
She was sticking to a single craft beer, something light, which she'd been drinking most of the night with food. The vibe of the party had been pretty good so far, which made Rey more comfortable approaching people she didn't know very well.
"Hey," she said, coming over to where Ivy was standing, "how's it going? I'm Rey, the one with the ancient hatchback that isn't old enough to be vintage."