Liam/Kevin
Liam liked drinking. Liam did not like parties. Unfortunately, sometimes the only way to get drinks in Camelot was at one of their parties. On any other night he would have just sneaked into the kitchens after hours to help himself but on days like this, the kitchens were always too busy to sidle in undetected and the drinks that he could get were already out in plain view of the entire castle anyway. There was no getting around it.
It just happened to be a night that Liam didn't feel like paying for his own beer, so after a few hours of some internal whining he begrudgingly pulled himself off the couch, collected Grey Wind and set off for the MTN. Walking down the street with a Direwolf in tow should cause more of a commotion then it often did, but you'd be surprised how many idiots just mistook him for a really big dog at first glance.
People's perceptions of reality have been totally ruined by television. Thanks a lot, Game of Thrones.
By the time he got to the castle the party was already well underway. It was approaching dark, just enough light to still read from a page which is all Liam really wanted out of the night, so after grabbing a drink, he and Grey Wind went to a spot near one of the bonfires that wasn't overrun by drunken members of Camelot yet where they could sit unbothered and side eye the ongoing celebrations with a healthy amount of unease.
He had nothing against Camelot parties other then his general dislike of group activities in general, except that some of them got a little too hokey for his taste. Magic wasn't something he'd ever fully gotten used to no matter how many years he'd spent at Camelot, and some aspects of Camelot parties and gatherings bordered a little too closely on something that the Red Woman might be into. So Liam settled into a comfortable lounge on a mountain of cushions available for outside seating, beer in one hand and a book in the other, his faithful direwolf lying at his feet to discourage anyone from getting too close. Or so he thought.