"Oh, do you 'ave to... Go? It's so early! An' I'm without company, look at me! I'll not mind if we spend a little time exchangin' thoughts on..."
Oh, but why did her mind feel all of a whirl at the sight of this girl? This friendly maid. This wonderful creature. This magical, beautiful girl, who... All o fa sudden, Lucy foudn herself tremendously compelled by what might lay underneath that mask.
"Things," the brunette guest finished, weakly.
Oh, but this was terrible! What might the girl think of her now? And why did it even matter?!
"O-o-or I could 'elp! Then you could get 'ome early!"
Another quick sip of her glass and Lucy's thoughts were rooted only on the young woman in front of her. It escaped her attention, completely, that certain others in the room were acting similarly. A few even in the polar opposite emotional direction.