A few hours ago when Xanthippeia had walked into Carey's house she was a ball of nerves threatening to burst when she got out of the car. She thanked god Carey had kept her word about this being a smaller gathering instead of the full-scale parties she was used to throwing.
She knew a lot of people in attendance and considered them friends and acquaintances so she felt comfortable enough to mingle and dance around. People still gave her weird looks but it was nothing she couldn't handle and especially since she knew she didn't need to be looking over her shoulder at her enemies plotting against her. Courtney and her pose were nowhere in sight and she could relax.
Even though she had promised her parents she would not consume alcohol at all Xan didn't see the harm of having a shot of one vodka with a drink after she danced herself breathless.
