Rolling her eyes at all the weird people around her, Rachel slowly walked inside and immediately walked into a chair and sat down. "What a bunch of weirdos...I swear, what a party," she muttered, reaching onto the nearby table and grabbing a cup of punch, sniffing it and frowning. She pulled out her gun, and she shot the cup. Her gun wasn't lethal; it was very unique. The special bullet that hit her cup turned it into a yummy brand of hot chocolate, and with a smirk, Rachel put her gun away and started to sip the drink.