It's a few minutes to midnight, and Addy feels like she's late to a very important meeting. She's drunk by now, and everything's askew. Her hat's...well, her hat was honestly thrown by the bull, and is therefore lost to time and this mansion. She's lucky she noticed everyone moving outside. The fireworks have just started, illuminating faces that for once, she's paging through to find one, specifically.

Holding a pilfered champagne bottle by the neck, she pauses to hop up and down, searching. And then she spots her. Addy lets out a quiet exhale, and without much shame, rushes by people, knocking shoulders around to get to the girl she'd been seeking out this whole time. There should probably be more prelude to her sliding both arms around Nia's neck, still swinging the bottle but taking pains to not actually hit her with it. "Heeey." She sing-songs. "So question. Are you maybe free at midnight?"