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Toshiko has been buried in research in the library for days on end, and hadn't really planned to attend the party. Too many possibilities, too many unpredictabilities.
But eventually the sounds of music and conversation drew her. She wasn't dressed quite as fancy as some, she realized as she stepped in and headed toward the bar. But at least her dress was presentable. Sort of.
"White wine please," she ordered, smiling hesitantly at the person next to her.