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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean and Open
After Susan had guided him to his party and he'd exchanged slightly awkward greetings and thanks for the excellent decorations with Seamus, Dean had grabbed himself a glass of punch and wandered around several tables aimlessly trying to decide where to sit. He'd said hello to a few more people on the way and eventually ended up on one of the comfier looking chairs. He was the birthday boy, he decided he deserved comfort.

He all but flopped down into one and fiddled with his bow tie. Susan had insisted he wear it, and he had to admit the whole thing made a nice match to his birthday gift hat, but it didn't mean it was especially comfortable.

He had a feeling someone was going to say the birthday boy shouldn't be miserable, but even though he felt better than he had at one point, frankly he didn't care. He had the punch, which was pretty tasty, and he sort of wanted to see how many of the cocktails he could make it through. Maybe he should get someone to supply him with hangover potion. He had a feeling he'd need it.

As someone approached he looked up from his contemplation of his glass and managed a slightly weak smile.