After Lillith finished conversing with the detectives, they promptly left, for which she was thankful. She stepped outside of the cafe, with her coffee still in hand, and lit a cigarette. Her idea of stepping out for some fresh air involved polluting it a bit. Lily let the smoke bathe her tongue and swell in her lungs in an attempt to relieve her stresses. The cig was taking the edge off a little bit, but she knew what she needed. With a partier body like hers, she lived to tear it up. She had heard through the grapevine that a party was being held upstate later tonight, it might be extra good for her to get away.

Making up her mind and finishing the cigarette, Lillith flicked the butt to the ground and squashed the embers out under the weight of her chunky combat boots. Before going to the party, which she happened to know was located near Maria's hometown, she wanted to change her clothes to something more exciting. Maybe she could get laid tonight, that might help. Always the tough girl, she hardly admitted to herself that she was grieving over Maria's murder. Sure, she was sad to lose her business, but she didn't admit to anyone else what else she'd lost. Lily did a little more than just visually appreciate Mari's body, she could still remember the enticing cinnamon taste on her lips - or maybe that was just because of the Fireball shots. It didn't matter, it was gone all the same.

The bus ride back to her dorm was accompanied by the luscious screaming of Tim McIlrath in her ears. Loud music was therapeutic to her, it always had been throughout the foster care system as well. Hopping off the bus and heading up to her single dorm, Lily shot a text to her friend Chris, inviting her to meet up later to go to the up-state party. Pulling the ear buds out of her ears, she went to open up her dorm room door. Most people were too afraid of her to ever consider stealing from her, plus keys and locks are hard when you're under the influence, so she tended to keep the door unlocked. She startled a bit when she realized she wasn't alone, but did her best to conceal her concern. It was too soon for him to know that she ratted on him to the blues, that and they kept witnesses identities safe and all that, at least that's what she saw on TV. "Harley Hashpipe," she began and closed the door behind her "to what do I owe the pleasure." Not to be deterred from her mission to get ready to party, Lily took off her shirt and walked to her closet to find something better to put on, not caring if he looked on.