The rest of her pack dispersed almost as soon as they arrived — all of them with their own friends and dates — and Olivia, well, she was there. Scared out of her mind and left alone to face the gala all by herself. Can't be too bad, right? That was just a party. With vampires and witches and hunters and vampires. She kept hearing it was all political and everyone was going to play nice but Olivia had seen enough Vampire Diaries to know this is not how these things work. She didn't have an option, though, best thing she could do right now is find a friend, get some distraction and hope everything went smoothly. She wandered around the ball room, considering how best would it be to approach a stranger in that setting. Was it rude to ask someone if they were dead? Olivia was about to give up and sit alone with her drink when she spotted someone interesting — definitely queer, judging by their outfit, and, a sniff, definitely a werewolf. Finally, a friend. "Are you just as freaked out as I am? Social settings aren't really my thing. Much less with other, uh, species," that last word comes out as barely whisper. "I'm Olivia, by the way. Hope I'm not intruding. I just saw you and thought you looked ga- cool. I thought you looked cool." / @huntedarte
