George was having a great time, and made a fabulous looking girl if he did say so himself. Sure, he hadn't bothered shaving his legs, or removing the stubble on his face, and the eyeshadow was possibly the wrong shade of purple for his skintone, but the dress he was wearing was short and flirty, and made his calves look amazing, if he did say so himself.
Which was why he was in a great mood by the time they reached the dragon camp, and blithely ignored Charlie's growl about feeding them to dragons. "This is your bacholorette and bachelor party," he informed his brother, and then grinned at his brother's fiance, or pretend fiance, whatever it didn't matter, it was time for a party. "I'm George, and you two need to decide who's the bride so we can pretty him up."