An Emergency Service Party. Well... it was probably one of the strangest parties she'd been to. Her college days were pretty weird, but this took the cake. A real-life gathering of superheroes. Monica didn't think they'd ever exist, let alone her being at one. She'd been around all this stuff for a while now, but she still couldn't quite come to terms with its existence. Everyone seemed so happy though. Some stranger offered her a glass. Champagne. She wasn't really a drinker. Alcohol always led to bad things. And seeing how she was surrounded by superheroes, it just seemed like a bad idea to have alcohol involved. Then again, it wasn't [i]that[/i] alcoholic. She supposed just one couldn't hurt. She took the glass. 

There didn't seem to be that much out of the ordinary. People were socializing, there was the clinking of glasses, everybody seemed to be having fun. Well, with exception of a couple of those that seem to not like talking.

There were a couple of people who stood out. One was some guy in a purple leather jacket and goggles. She appreciated the leather jacket, although purple seemed to be an odd color. Eh. The other was a boy. He looked waaaay to young to be drinking. He didn't look out of his teens! Well, she was a doctor, Not his mom. She doubted he'd listen anyways. I mean if some random person told her she should be eating that that cake because it's bad for you, she probably wouldn't listen. 

She took a sip. Nope. Nu-uh. That's gross. That was not her favorite drink. Well, there goes the drinking option. Well, all that's left to do now is wait. Maybe something would go completely wrong and a big fight would break out. Or, maybe one of her patients recognizes her. All that's left was to find out.