Alyssa couldn't help it. Parties were fun, and she was never ever the one who was the most messed up. Especially after getting fairly publicly soused recently, she wasn't planning on getting more than a little tipsy.
But big parties like this were like a flame to Alyssa's boycrazy moth, and that was why she was standing in the corner in her favorite dress, sipping gin from a flask, shifting her weight in her cutest shoes. She hoped someone talked to her before she had to get her cab home!