"Everything is chaos," she says, grandly, "you just make an art out of it."

"I'll drink to that," she laughs. Mira's gotten to be much more comfortable with partying since college, but alone she's typically a little restrained. Davin and she egg eachother on in a way that's probably ridiculous but feels comfortable, too. "To good friends." She clinks their glasses with a grin and slams the shot back, blinking and laughing at the burn of it for a moment.

"Come on, let's dance. Make your new friends jealous," she teases.