A rumor about a party happening at the local watering hole managed to make its way around the Curti Centre which was reason enough to draw Selphie out of her usual routine. She was in dire need of a distraction, of something considerably happier than dwelling on her own thoughts. She'd made her way down the bar and tried to order something with a punch, only to be told that she looked to be about fifteen and was given a grape soda instead.

"I'm not joking," she argued with the bartender. "I'm going to be twenty next month!"

"Yeah, yeah," the bartender continued in a dry tone. "That's what the all say."

So there was one Selphie casting a baleful look at the bartender who seemed quite content on grinning at her and shaking their head. The perky brunette eventually sat on a barstool with a huff and sipped at her soda.