He was a bit more than tipsy by now. He'd danced with Marlene, who was too hot for comfort, talked to several people and now that James' parents weren't around, he could relax as he walked around. He had lost track of his shirt, and wasn't too sure he cared either. The party still had far too few people worth flirting with around.
Walking over to the bar, he reached out for another beer, and turned around, just avoiding collision. "Oops, sorry," he said, stepping back. Only then did he realise that the person was Dom. "Oh, hi," he said, not sure if he should just leave or stay.