Daisy is completely decked out in a somewhat risque but still tasteful outfit as a fairy (her skirt is longer and has less of a slit up the side as the art pictures), complete with green eye-makeup, a fancy hairstyle, and sparkly heeled boots to match. There's few things she loves more than dressing up and costumes, so these community parties like this are always riiiiight up her alley.

As she wanders idly through the party to find the next most interesting person to try to bide some time with, she is just a bit tipsy, what else are parties for, anyway? That's when she's almost certain she's just spotted one of her types of people. His costume is just as detailed and attitude just as gregarious as her own.

She grins and grabs two drinks off a tray of a passing waiter before heading off toward him. "You look like you could use one of these," she offers the glass in her hand toward him, eyebrows arched in invitation. Or is it temptation? Not like she knows anything about the guy-- he just looks like party-people, and party-people are Daisy-people, mmkay.