Connie and Ethan
People not being familiar never stopped Ethan. He'd been run around all afternoon by kids and then snapped at by a person in his adult class because she thought he was wrong when she was probably just pissy for no reason and he'd bailed on the whole 'being normal' thing and headed for the bar. It was a good thing to do wasn't it?
He was a few drinks deep, jack and cokes for the night, wishing they'd play better music for dancing, or something would distract him so he could focus on more than wondering if he should just go home, when he spotted her. Mostly he spotted her hair, but it was enough for him to lean closer to her on the bar from where he was sitting a few stools away. "Hey you," he said with a smile he knew was charming.