Presto & Wichita
So far, most of the people Wichita had met were older than her. Not to mention, despite being on Galador for nine months, she hadn't come to trust anyone enough to actually give them her real name. There were more people in Monstropolis than there were left on Earth back where she was from. Well, there were possibly more regular humans in Monstropolis then what there was in her world. Which was just the sad reality of an apocalypse.
Wearing the same leather jacket that she had on when she first arrived on Galador, Wichita had on a pair of faded, torn skinny jeans and a lacy bra "top". After a few drinks, she was simply walking around, dancing a little as she did so. It was the first time in she didn't know how long that she was simply acting like a kid. She had to grow up to take care of her sister long before the zombies took over her world.
Just as she was about to start pouting that her current drink was starting to get warm, it suddenly got colder. Already being too buzzed to really question it, she cheered, throwing her arms up and twirling around, right into the person next to her that she didn't see. After feeling that she had bumped into someone, she immediately stopped and faced him, blinking. "Oh shit, sorry. Hey, you're cute. I'm Wichita."