Hopper | Natasha
She'd had a very not nice time through those doors, and really the last thing she wanted to do was go to a party. And at the same time, well - the idea of something that was so painfully normal appealed. If for no other reason than that she could fill a cup with vodka and spend the night thinking about nothing at all except for keeping her cup full until she told one of her boys that she needed someone to get her home.
So that was the plan that night. And she was well on her way with her cup full and was considering something to eat too - it looked like there was plenty on offer when she saw someone new. There had been several new arrivals this month and Natasha couldn't help but be interested, it was strange the way it happened like that. Not that she had seen many, but even one was interesting enough.
"Looking for anything in particular?" She asked him while she picked through some of the candy on offer until she found something that appealed. "You're new right?" It was a little like they had a sort of aura about them, something that said, I'm new and it's painfully obvious, maybe she still had a bit of that too? Or maybe after the last week that was gone now, it was hard to say.