[Later] Bobby & Open
Bobby was drunk; there was absolutely no denying that Bobby was drunk. To fit in with the theme of the party, he'd basically just dressed himself up in Sean's clothes in some sort of strange mis-match, but it was clearly a half-hearted attempt.
He wished he could just stay calm, sit down with his fiance and explain what it was that was bothering him, but that was just it. He could scarcely explain it to himself, never mind to anyone else. And it always seemed like the wrong time. Sean was all doe eyes and talk of marriage, what kilt he would wear, what songs should play, and Bobby found himself just nodding dumbly along like there wasn't a little voice in the back of his mind saying that it was all going to go to shit.
Then there were the babies. Sean's half-siblings. He wanted to do the right thing, to talk to his future mother-in-law, buy presents and make little cards, but he had this horrible feeling that he was just getting in everyone's way. Maybe he would've been better off just being on the sidelines rather than pretending he was a family man.
Drinking was just making it worse though. And now he found himself on the second floor, sitting on a pillow and smoking a sweet-flavoured hookah. That didn't count as actually smoking did it? He didn't much care.