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 had foregone the centre stage of the main group of arrivals some time ago, and so far waved off offers of dancing. Instead he'd settled in one of the deckchairs, chatting to anyone who came by and sipping slowly but steadily on his drink (complete with umbrella).
He smiled the slightly careless smile of the tipsy and cheerful as he saw Hannah approaching, and waved at her. He tried to lever himself out of the deckchair but his limbs weren't quite cooperating and he fell back with a little huff and a laugh.
"Hi Hannah, um I'd get up but apparently I'm tipsier than I thought and I don't want to make another attempt and end up on my face!" He giggled a little.