8:45ish, at a booth - open
This could be a good decision, or it could be a potentially terrible decision. Either way, Augustus was getting a free pass tonight on not getting pinched--thanks be to whichever of his birth parents had bestowed upon him the blessing of freckles. And sure, he might have found better ways to spend his Spring Break. But what could be more enjoyable than utilizing his upgraded license? The glaring under 21 message had been removed from it, and he didn't see why he shouldn't enjoy his new status.
He'd grabbed a couple of the little pies that were offered at the food table, and ordered a house beer. Settling himself in at a booth away from the main bar, he made his way through the first pie, passively people watching all the while. Surely he'd find an opening somewhere or another and join another group.
Or maybe not. Maybe he'd just eat his pie, drink his beer, and go back home for the night.