If there wasn't an event she needed to pull together something presentable for, she would even have set foot in a clothing store, thrift or otherwise. She had her work clothes and her lounging around the house clothes, but she was severely lacking in clothing that was suitable for social gatherings, and she wasn't about to show up to Nerissa's party in (what she liked to call) her accountant uniform, or jeans and a hoodie.
She wasn't completely fashion challenged or anything, just apathetic. She'd pulled out all the stops for the Masquerade, but it wasn't like she could rewear that. Also this wasn't exactly the same level of outfit commitment as that was. So, here she was. Rifling through the racks, looking for something that said birthday but also... Was probably black, because what other color was there, really?
She glanced up momentarily, noticing someone--a waitress she recognized from The Long Way Down, actually--trying on a pretty sick Nirvana jacket. A little sparkly for Cece's own personal taste, but she could get behind Nirvana merch. "That looks good," she said, head poking over the rack, "You can definitely rock that."