Dean Thomas (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} artistdean) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Dean gave Susan his absolute sweetest smile while trying to simultaneously slightly murder her with his eyes alone. Only slightly. "Glitter multiplies, or so I remember Aunt Rose saying. Maybe it was just my accidental magic," he said and shrugged. He wasn't touching the thaumaturgical laws bit with a ten foot broomstick. He reached over and gulped some more of his drink, keeping his eyes away from Seamus and over the top of his glass instead.
If Susan said anything else he might just have to do something stupid like try and hex her. Which would only get him thrown out. Pinch her maybe. He sighed. "Yeah, well, whatever you say," he muttered. It wasn't that he was unaware that he was relatively attractive, but that didn't negate his other issues. He snorted. "I'm not sure major flashback land counts as a sleepover," he said dryly, draining his drink and taking a breath before pushing to his feet.
"Dancing was one of the things were were going to do tonight, wasn't it?" he said, cocking a pointed eyebrow at them both. They had the advantage of liquid courage, or probably didn't need it. It wasn't crowded in this area, but it was still a few more people than he was used to dealing with in a social situation. "Anyone else coming?"