[Yuka is being a wallflower-literally (someone could snicker about how fitting the word was for her, but luckily, so far, she did not see any of the people who could make such a comment about it). Hands innocently folded behind her back, she watched the people - and not only - crowding around, a calm smile on her face like always. Dressed in what could be called a very fancy variation of her usual red-and-white outfit, she already turned down several slightly drunk guests- and by now learned that she should rather keep away from the punch.

After all, alcohol is definitely not good for flowers.

Her attention for a while now was focused on a certain... well. She wasn't quite sure how to call the creature. Animal? Beast? Four-leg, that was a good word, would have to do for now.

It was definitely, definitely drunk, too. She smiled, amused.]