[Julie shows up in a fairly simple black dress with one added, and essential benefit. It has pockets. She walks down the red carpet without casting a glance to one side or the other, save to briefly look at her image being projected as she walks. She looks tired, but she's grown used to looking tired.]

That was a fucking ordeal. [She says immediately, as soon as she's out of the reach of the flashing bulbs and noise. The young woman rubs the back of her wrist against her forehead, flashing a dry smirk to the nearest person.]

Don't tell me you enjoyed it.

Oh my god, they actually upgraded the bar?

[She might have asked where the tequila sunrise bot was, as she might have raised her eyebrows just a bit at the response she got. Maybe she took it a bit too far asking the poor thing to fill a mop bucket with tequila sunrise. It does give her a bit of a snicker, admittedly, but... maybe she feels a tiny little bit bad, as well.

Maybe.

But she'll take that strawberry daquari, thank you very much.

Later, she seats herself next to one of the hookahs and chooses something to her taste, sitting with her legs curled neatly to one side as she takes a few drags. She waves the mouthpiece at someone walking by.]

Hey, you should try this. It's actually not bad.

[And she'll dance.

Julie loves to dance. She lifts her arms over her head and sways to the music. She'll reach out for a likely-looking dance partner and grin at them as she gently tugs them towards the dancefloor. For those who look less likely to get up, she might just sit down beside them or lean against the wall where they're standing, folding her arms loosely and watching the party for a minute.]

Don't you think this is kind of weird? I keep expecting something to explode.

They let us keep the outfits after, yeah?
More dresses should have pockets. I'm into this.

Also -- favorite drink, shoot.