"It's a huge requirement. You need a cup to properly mingle at a party like this." She states as if she's the expert on parties. She's not at all but nobody needs to know that. Dawn's holding out one of the cups she grabbed on the way over to him with a grin.

"It's a coke. You need to hold it and sip it on occasion otherwise you just look like one of those guys that was that creepy loner kid in high school, you know? The one that sits in the corner of the lunchroom by himself and makes sculptures with his mashed potatoes. You're not a mashed potato kid," she explained. Dawn's got your back.