Since it looked like he would have to socialize after all and (worse!) dance, Jacques thought he might as well do a good job at it. It was extremely inconvenient he had no one to introduce him; his own social skills were not quite up to the task of staging introductions.
After brooding in his corner a while longer, he adjusted his tri-color sash, and turned. Best try.
There was a woman next to him, clearly as uncomfortable here as he was. Jacques felt a stirring of pity. "Ah, bonjour Mademoiselle. Do you, euh...." Damn damn damn! O Supreme Being, why forsake him now? He was committed to conversation already! Why was his mind blank? "Need something to drink?" Jacques quietly dumped the contents of his punch cup into a potted plant behind him and brought it forward. "I was, euh, going to get somezing myself and zought it would, euh... only be polite to save you ze trip as well if you needed... euh, anyzing."