Bruce and Christine
It was getting tiring dancing alone. Well, not truly alone -- she found the odd group to join in and she was enjoying herself along with her many margaritas, but she wanted a friend and damnit, she would find one.
Glancing around the room, her red lips smiled as she spotted Bruce. He looked awkward as always and it was exactly what was needed. There was something about how antisocial he was that made Christine want to force him to be well...more social.
"Bruce," she called out, teetering over to him on her stilettos. "Look at me! I'm almost as tall as you!" Draping her arms around his shoulder, she gave him a quick peck on the cheeks, ensuring a lip print was left behind. "Dance with me. I'm lonely and weddings suck."