George had no intentions of attending this silly luncheon when he'd gotten the invitation, but after an hours-long lecture from his mother about civic responsibility he'd caved, comforting himself with the fact that there might be free booze. He was pleased to find that there was, in fact, and endless supply of free booze, even if it was champagne. Ah well, he'd just have to drink even more to make up for that, wouldn't he?
He'd already lost count of how many glasses he'd had, though he didn't feel too drunk as he leaned against the wall, watching everyone mill about and talk about this and that and whatever else people do at inane luncheons like this. It was for a good cause, sure, but that didn't make it any less boring.
Someone sat down at an empty table not too far away from him, and he looked over to see a pretty girl struggling with a bottle of champagne. she looked like she needed a drink as much as he had. Ever the gentleman, he sauntered over and offered his hand and a smile to Hannah. "Need some help?"