Re: Dean, Susan and Seamus
"Nooo, no sleeping yet. Dancing," he said with determination, wriggling them further apart and trying to spin himself, arms in the air. Of course that only made him stumble, giggle and almost fall to the floor. "Oops."
"And no squishing, squishing is bad." He reached over to pat Seamus' head and missed by several inches. "Maybe I should si' down," he said, feeling less and less coordinated and slurring slightly. Those umbrella drinks were more alcohol than he'd drunk in a long time.