Nicole, Dana, and Open
Dana had come to the party because her house encouraged her to go. She wanted to feel involved in things and like her old self. Back when she had hope for Sorin joining her and they would share some time at the party before parting ways to enjoy the company of others. Upon arriving, she attempted to use alcohol to help her along. Dana never really drank before. She didn't need the alcohol to feel good or serve as a social lubricant. The alcohol tasted horrible and it didn't take much for the lightweight tree nymph to be drinking too much.
Alcohol blurred her mind and dulled her senses. She felt something but it wasn't much and more important, it wasn't the pain of the loss that still seemed to haunt her like an ever present rain cloud looming over her head. Her steps were a bit uneven and her movements sloppy. She looked as trashed as she was, which meant that she looked sick, something completely unfamiliar to her.
She staggered to the campfire, seeking a place to sit and then found one next to a girl. She recognized her somewhat but her mind was moving slowly. Dana couldn't place a name. When she finally could, she opened her mouth to say it but vomit came out inside. Vomit that spilled all over the front of Nicole's dress and onto her lap.