Marisa hadn't been sure she'd wanted to go to the party in the first place - parties weren't really her thing, having rarely (read: mostly never) been invited to them. And then there was the part where she wasn't a big drinker, a huge component of high school and early college parties, and she was usually too shy to dance in public. But it was also a good chance to meet people in the murder house, and she needed the distraction to burn off energy. If the snow kept coming down like it was, she was going to be going nuts at being cooped up inside before too long. Better to try to get ahead of it if she could.
It took a while for the elevator to the basement to respond, and she was apprehensive as she stepped in - an apprehension that only grew at the length of the ride down. When the doors opened to reveal the basement lounge, however, her eyes went wide in surprise. She stepped out of the elevator and looked around, impressed. The place was huge, and looked like it was tricked out. There was music playing, and she could smell something delicious in the air. Eyes followed nose to the sight of a blonde guy pushing a food cart across the floor with increasingly more ridiculous dance moves, and Marisa couldn't help but giggle a little at the sight.
Gathering her courage, she wandered hesitantly after him. There weren't enough people for her to find an unobtrusive spot on the wall yet, so that meant socializing, however bad she was at it.