Liam and Nick
Liam was not complaining about the dancers. No, they weren't actual strippers but that was more or less determined by the amount of clothing they wore. They moved with a skill expected of one and Liam and a few other weres and friends he'd made since arriving were enjoying the view. He held a cup in his hand with alcohol sloshing in it. He'd have to drink quite a bit to get the hangover in the morning, but Liam always did like a challenge. Thankfully he wasn't a slobbery, weepy, or vicious drunk. He felt the buzz right on the edge of his mind and made sure when Galad was present to toast the elf. Despite how pretentious he'd been about friend recruiting, he wasn't so bad.
He had gone to look for food. Alcohol alone would ensure getting drunk but Liam wanted to last the night. He found his way to get some food, popping a gummy worm in his mouth before he was taking a newly filled up in one hand and a muffin in the other before turning toward the others who were ogling the fire dancer. Some trying to coerce the dancer to let them have a try. Idiots. Liam wasn't that drunk.
That's when he spotted Nick. Sort of standing on the side and looking out of place. He wasn't talking to anyone at all and Liam was buzzed enough to make a detour toward him. In the back of his mind he remembered Mr. Kaden's warning. He wasn't looking to start a fight this time but that would depend on if Nick could stop himself from throwing something at Liam. No textbooks in sight.
"Here," he said, holding out the cup, "You always look this way at parties or you trying to win a bet?"