@shepevansfm
These sort of high society mixers were hardly Haley's go-to but hey. When in Rome, kill a Caesar salad or whatever the saying was. She wasn't looking to kill any salad - were those even on the menu? She'd just been indulging in finger foods and drinks. A lot of drinks, including her... third or fourth (counting can be hard) strawberry daiquiri in her hand. She liked collecting the little umbrellas, so sue her. She navigated through the crowds, gripping her drink like a hawk to its prey, with an overwhelming urge to find her siblings. She was in the mood to offer tipsy piggyback rides. Of course, with this much rum clouding her vision, that wasn't going over too well. There were so many people that focusing on one long enough to locate anybody in specific was a visual eyesore. She reached out to grab the first unsuspecting victim she felt was a safe bet, only to realize her mistake soon after. "Whoops. Sorry blond person. You're totally not the blond person I wanted."
