The young crowd was presenting a very different problem for Jasper, who at least looked closer to his age than Colleen and didn't get much trouble from them. The peak of his embarrassment was early in his arrival, when a young, heavily bearded man fairly covered in tattoos and with a near identical outfit to Jaspers paid him a very enthusiastic compliment on his bowtie.
That hung out of Jasper's pocket now, but he hadn't been shamed out of not menacing all of the poor, underage drunk driving accidents waiting to happen. He was treated to a lot of special assemblies at his high school, there was no way his peers drank like this before they were old enough. Why were so many of Wicked's friends this young anyway? No one had reminded her what birthday this was yet, clearly. Jasper should have put very big '24's on all of the cookies he brought. Was this what happened to people who didn't go to college?
Using his height to his advantage, he raised the bottles he carried high above the underdeveloped crowd to squeeze through them with an anxious grimace, searching for the adult table and where he was supposed to leave gifts. He did stop to catch a girl from doing a faceplant into the fishbowl, darkly declared, "Drink responsibly," then pushed her into the couch before he caught sight of his salvation. "I was getting worried I was at the wrong place," he greeted Colleen once he had edged around the very intimate couple between them, and reached for a hug before stuttering then redirecting when he realized the blonde man was following her. "You're Daniel Rand," he observed, frozen for a second while caught between the revelation and basic courtesy until the handshake he should have offered first finally won out. "Sorry, uh, Jasper Sitwell. Agent. I read your, I know-- it's the job. Was."