Evie and OPEN 8:45pm-ish
Evie was well and truly drunk.
Of course, it didn't take much for her to get there, but it was the first time she'd been drunk in....Fuck, when was the last time? She couldn't remember, but she was feeling light and silly and sad and lonely and so many fucking things that she just couldn't focus on any of them. And why should she? She focused so much all the damn time, why shouldn't she take a night off? Why shouldn't she go downstairs and join her fellow prisoners? Why shouldn't she laugh and talk and just relax?
For the first time in a long time, she felt like she actually could do all of those things. She snagged the half empty bottle of liqueur off her desk and spun around, the skirt of her wedding dress twirling around her ankles as she crossed her room. She would go down to the party, see what everyone was up to. See what Jack was up to. And Avram. And she wondered what Daphne would be wearing. That felt weird, though, so she pushed the thought away. Daphne. That's right, Daphne had a dress for her, didn't she? But, oh, she already had a pretty dress on. Maybe Daphne would think it was pretty enough for her party.
Evie took another drink from the bottle as she reached the foyer, and then she followed the sounds into the billiards room. Oh! Everyone really did look so pretty, even if some of them were really two people just then. The thought made her laugh out loud, and she stumbled sideways a little bit into an unoccupied chair. "Oops!" she exclaimed, giggling again.