Doris paused, looking around the room. She really hadn't been keeping track of the crowd so far. Mostly older men and their mildly possessive wives, reruns of years previous. She shrugged her shoulders.
"Not a lotta people our age, that's for sure." She leaned from her seat, grabbing the bottle and refilling Lawrence's glass. "The Stevensons for sure. Mister Levington is bound to show up, hopefully with a better tie than las' year." She took another sip, licking her lips. "They just kinda invite anyone they know, really. They probably invited the Jovinis again." She laughed, shaking her head. "Maybe the esteemed daughter will show this year, if I'm lucky."
She leaned back into her seat with a small sigh. "I doubt it, though. Not enough interestin' people stop by." Her gaze turned back to Lawrence. "But that doesn't mean everyone lacks appeal."