[For the sake of the babies we'll say they're not here! 8D;
But 'Tias is humming a Scottish ditty about romping in the heather as she lightly stumbles down the hall in
this little number. (Sans all the jewelry, make-up and fancy updo.) She's got a rather long plastic cup in hand, a lanyard hanging from it, and inside looks to be some kind of frozen drink. Girl's got a margarita and it's halfway gone by the looks of things.
Some of her stumbles look a bit like dance steps and she stops for a moment, back against a wall.]
Where was tha' room again?