Clover and Justin
Justin didn't take many days off from the pub, even if he had plenty of help and didn't really have to be around all the time. He was just a little too much of a control freak and a perfectionist, especially when it came to his business venture, so it made him kind of anxious to leave the staff to run things on their own, even though he knew they could handle it.
He had been convinced to take the day off, though, and he'd also been dragged to this party, which he decided was probably not a bad thing. It was nice to get out and have some fun. And eat something that didn't come from his pub or that wasn't made with a little girl in mind.
He'd been sitting with a plate of food, just kind of watching people have their fun when someone's Cornhole bag fell right in the middle of his plate. Luckily, he was almost done, so he reacted with a good-natured grin and nodded at Clover.
"Sure, why not, you're clearly rubbish at it, so it should be an easy win," he teased her.