The young woman just sat watching for the time being, sipping on her second martini and having finished her small plate of appetizers and such. She pushed back a soft fallen lock and curled it behind one ear, she didn't expect her hair to stay in place all night, but it was doing an okay job so far. She bounced one foot off her knee as she sat cross legged. She loved watching the various reactions to people and what they were doing with each other. She did listen for the sound of that motorcycle a few times and stirred around her martini, holding it with one hand and stirring with the olives with the other. Her lips were lightly glossed as she pressed them to the rim, leaving a small red imprint in their wake.