"Teamwork! I like it." 'Liv grins and offers a two-finger salute before she veers off toward the now-vacated table. She narrowly beats out some competition, pretending not to notice the way she's edged out another pair in search of a table. Early birds and worms.

She drums her nails on the table top absently while she waits, scanning the space casually with a faint smile still on her lips. She's actually enjoying herself, she realises. That was the point of attending the party tonight, of course, but there was some pessimism lingering. A notion that having fun might prove impossible. Her gaze drifts off to find Jim in the crowd again, watching and waiting for his return.