Libby and Savage
Savage didn't often do these sort of things, but he always paid a little tribute to the two people he had lost when the pulse rolled through the world. First being his past beloved Amber. That killed him pretty deep. Then what killed the rest of his humanity, was the death of his teacher and Uncle.
So this was what brought Savage to this party. Now that he was done paying his respects, it was time to forget, and get ever ounce of his body fucked up. The fairly sharply dress man was at the beverages collecting his glass of the finest moonshine, when his eyes laid down on the blonde not very far away. Savage weighed his options for a moment, and decided the simple fact of: 'He had nothing to lose', at least not anymore.
Savage quickly turned back to the bartender he ordered up another one, and took the two glasses and approached the blonde.
"You look like you want one of these." Savage said pointedly, his blue eyes on her.