Steve wasn't much for parties, but he appreciated a good cause. He milled about and chatted with a few people, a drink in his hand that never really seemed to be drunk from, and would periodically be set down somewhere before another was pushed into his hand by a new face.
And then someone or another dragged him up to the rooftop, and here he was looking off into the distance, bringing the glass he held up to his lips, then lowering it again without taking a drink.