Ren, like a surprisingly large number of the partygoers, wasn't too sure what she was doing there, either. She hadn't been sleeping well lately, and the effects of that were starting to catch up to her. Add in Ren's natural tendency toward the melancholic when a bad mood struck her, and that led to her quietly sitting off to the side, nursing a glass of water all by her lonesome.

Part of her was hoping that someone would come and drag her out of her moping soon, while another part (that sounded suspiciously like her mother) reminded her that she'd have a much better chance of having fun if she made the effort to be social, herself. And yet another part of her wanted to stay there and brood all night. (Maybe if she went ahead and had an actual drink, she could get at least one of the "voices" to shut up, she mused wryly as she looked into her glass.)