Re: Dean, Seamus, Susan and probably some NPCs
"I doubt Edgar's clothes would fit me," Seamus pointed out. He and Dean were definitely not likely to fit into any of the same clothes, height-wise, so Edgar's would probably swamp him. "And I'm already covered in glitter, I don't need more make up." It was true. Somehow, in the short time they'd been in the club Seamus seemed to have attracted half a ton of glitter. He could see it on his cheeks and the brink of his nose - and even on his lashes when he blinked. Where it had come from was a mystery. He hadn't touched anyone, but he had been the first to slide into the booth.
Seamus felt a slight itch on the back of his neck and reached to scratch it, inadvertently spreading the glitter to his hair. "Oh?" he asked, looking questioningly between his two friends. "I thought we were here to test out the new section and celebrate not being straight?" Though he was raising an eyebrow, he quickly reoriented himself to this news. It'd be fine. He'd been clubbing alone before, so if both Susan and Dean got lucky (and why shouldn't they, looking the way they did?), he was perfectly capable of enjoying himself alone.