And then there was Harley, who didn't miss parties for anything, not wind nor rain nor the motherfucking demon apocalypse. He especially didn't miss parties held in bars, and had he known ahead of time, he would have found a way to cover the bar in streamers and embarrassing pictures of Jillian and the whole nine yards. Sadly, he didn't have time for that, and that was probably a good thing. He and Jillian hadn't been friends long, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try to make the evening memorable for her. In his mind, him drunk and singing while dancing on one of the tables was just par for the course.
Seeing Jillian talking to another guy never even phased the riflebird. He was in college for graphic design, but he'd earned his degree in flirting a hell of a long time ago. Harley did the only thing that came to mind, which was to bounce right on over to her and throw an arm around her shoulders. "Hey you! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" He grinned, then glanced at the guy introducing himself. "Oh hi! Are you a friend of Jillian's? I'm Harley."