Re: Collision near the dance floor: Jamie & Patrick
Jamie had not hung a light-string in a while. But he could appreciate the hours of painstaking, probably boring work that had gone into making this place look like an Instagram shot. It wasn't like he didn't get the whole effect they were going for, but it was the kind of commitment he didn't have in him for anything other than ballet. Good job, ranger-people. Excellent arranging, even if maybe-sorta the bonfire thing would have been a lot more relaxed. His red chucks were somewhat champagne-damp and he looked down at his own shirt to check it for collision-consequences.
And yeah, okay, the dude in the ranger-gear was hot but nearly everyone in town was hot, enough to give a guy who was five eleven and whose ass was taking on room it hadn't taken up the last time he'd been in tights. "I am not from Repose," Jamie confirmed, as the guy did the whole, rustling up another guy with champagne thing which was remarkably smooth for a guy who'd just been wearing the last glass of champagne.
"I am from a lot of places but not small towns. It's like being in a Stephen King novel," and he took a glass off the full tray, and squinted at it. "Usually if I toss my drink on someone I would offer to buy them one to make up for wearing my taste in beverage for the evening - I know, I know, you're thinking, why has this guy got a routine and let me tell you my friend, I wish I did not. And I am so used to not being spotted by whoever's in authority. I'm like a ninja." He grinned.
"I'm Jamie. And I work at a bar, so it's like I save all the non-drink-tossing for the clientele."