Seamus and Open
Seamus had snuck in just before Ernie's speech and grabbed a glass, raising it to Justin. Monday evenings weren't too busy at the pub and he'd left closing to his staff for once so that he could get here before the party wound down completely. He had a small present for Justin which he'd delivery in person - with birthday kisses - later in a more quiet moment. For now, he was content to seek out other friends, especially after the disaster that had been the cuddle party. He'd barely seen anyone, and he felt bad about it still. Even if, as Dean kept insisting, it hadn't been his fault.
"Seems the birthday boy's busy," he observed as he bumped elbows with the person next to him. "Guess I'll just have to talk to you, instead."