[ Yin had followed after a few people in the group in a cheerful post-party haze. she had nowhere else to be, no other plans, and may have misinterpreted "seeing stars" in some way or another. she isn't disappointed to be here but she doesn't exactly fit in with the crowd. people are all atwitter about how clearly you can see this or that, how romantic or inspiring it is, and Yin's just off to the side blowing vapors into the air while she sits with her back to one of the sides of the passage. the scent of artificial blueberry surrounds her. ]
Huh? [ she glances up at the birthday girl. there's a moment as her brain threatens to spit out something halfway meaningful and sincere, but all that happens is her throwing up her typical carefree grin. as if she wasn't already three-quarters of the way toward being sober again. ] Hell, I dunno. Getting made and getting laid, same as any rock star would.
post-III so... IV
Huh? [ she glances up at the birthday girl. there's a moment as her brain threatens to spit out something halfway meaningful and sincere, but all that happens is her throwing up her typical carefree grin. as if she wasn't already three-quarters of the way toward being sober again. ] Hell, I dunno. Getting made and getting laid, same as any rock star would.