Seamus quickly gathered the cards he'd been setting out on the bar and slipped the pack into his pocket, casting a stasis charm on his way and then looking up at his mildly damp best friend. He wiggled his eyebrows as he leaned across the bar to be closer. "Everywhere?" he asked. "What were you doing, painting in the buff?" He let that hang for a moment before adding, with a grin, "Again?" He rocked back on his heels before Dean's unnaturally long limbs could reach him, laughing to himself as summoned a clean glass.
"What do you want?" he asked. "Butterbeer'll warm you up." Dean wasn't much of a drinker at the best of times, not since the potions, let alone in the middle of the afternoon. "Or coffee?"