Ernie was enjoying himself, though he felt a little out of his element. He wasn't sure if he actually knew anyone at the party at all. No one he'd seen so far at least. To circumvent the creeping social anxiety he did what anyone in his situation would do. He drank.
He was two-- no wait, three? Two? Three. Three drinks in, as he made his way through the crowd looking for the man of the hour. He expected to see Kirley swamped by adoring fans, so when he spotted him sitting on the stage surveying his party alone, Ernie couldn't believe his luck.
He slipped past two rather built guys grinding (his gaze lingering on them for a second just to admire) before reaching the base of the stage. He peered up at Kirley and tugged on the collar of his leather jacket. "Hey! I was promised special treatment if I wore the leather!" He called up with a grin.