Isabela had been promised a fun time and keg stands, and she was definitely in the mood for both. She didn't even care if she got lucky with some random partying individual or not, though that was certainly not off the table. Whatever happened, happened! It was a night for celebrating. Even if she wasn't sure what they were celebrating exactly.
She arrived at the party in something skimpy and covered in sequins, and about ten kegs of the best beer she could find. Now they were piled in the living room, and she was smirking while she enjoyed a glass of whisky to start, "Oh this is my kind of party. The disco ball is a fabulous touch."