"I do not," she huffs, just to be contrary. Lilika isn't entirely sure why she's being so difficult and grouchy. She likes parties. The louder and less intimate, the better. Normally, she would be darting around causing mischief but something about the vibe of this party is not inducing merriment in her. She glances around her surroundings, keeping track of Webster's hands in her periphery, before responding with a slouchy one shouldered shrug. "Everyone here is hammered."