Erin and OPEN
It was safe to say that Chris was rather bored. With no clique of friends to speak of and having no strong bonds between a lot of the people here the guy just stood, holding a glass of punch as he watched lovebirds dance and single friends laugh together. How very cute. He did fit in fine here but there was a limit to his integrating abilities. He wasn't the most open, chatty person but he was always approachable and willing to speak to people.
With his legs getting tired of standing he had gone to sit on a table when his hand connected with something beneath it. A black clutch purse, obviously not belonging to him, with no female around to claim it. He frowned, picking it up and glancing at the crowd. Any other person might have looked inside it but Chris merely stood, going to a few people nearby to ask if they knew who it belonged to. None of them did, and so Chris was resigned to the fact he'd be making his rounds of the floor this evening.
Chris hadn't meant to wander so far but by the time he realised the person might have noticed it was missing and gone back to the table he was halfway around the room and with no luck on finding the owner. Dodging his way through the crowd he approached the spot he'd found it - and saw a very, very angry woman scanning the crowds. "Shit," he muttered to himself, before he nervously approached her, clutch bag outstretched. "I take it this is yours?"