Max and Open
Max had headed to the party having managed to redirect her energies into mulled wine and pretending not to ponder on Anders Johnson. He was unsuitable and a bit of a douche at times, but he didn't talk down to her, he seemed to get her and she wouldn't kick him out of bed for eating crackers, but...he would, she was sure, be exactly like every other asshole who she'd let get to her.
Max had handed over her wine, spotting the object of her thoughts, happily sucking the face off the blonde from the bakery. If she hadn't told Darcy she'd be there she might have turned around and walked, so she could keep her hardass face on, but she had said she'd be there for her doppelgänger, so she strode in, grabbed the vodka and moved to find herself a spot.