Doris caught his eye and rose from her position against the wall, slowly making her way over to him. "Having fun, Lawrence?" She laughed, taking another sip from her drink. It was normal for her to drink excessively with this event each year, but this year she had gotten a particularly early start. She definitely wasn't yet as drunk as she could be, or thought she ought to be. "I suppose I should have expected to see you here, but, hm, still seems a bit surprising. I guess I never pictured you as the drinkin' type."
She glanced to his glass, raising a brow. "Maybe I was right in that assumption."