Natália and Van
Van had a pretty good idea which leggy blonde Natalia was referring to. He was friends with Felicity and it wasn't the kind of friendship where they had to hang out all the time or whatever. It was nice.
His dark brows furrowed some when she stole the blunt, but he let her, willing to share, feeling good enough not to complain. Besides, he liked watching how her mouth formed when she breathed the smoke out.
"My wildest dream?" Van shrugged. His wildest dream was to return to Scotland, confront his herd, and ream them a new one for abandoning him before telling them to fuck off forever and then going on to live a full and productive life without them. Galad couldn't do that for him at a party. No one could do that for him. Instead, he switched to something that sounded less pathetic and more like a teenage boy flirting with a teenage girl.
"I guess it would be to somehow managing to make Galad the jealous one." He smirked and let his thigh brush against hers.