Jess/Marco
Jess very well could have just stayed in tonight, but when you lived in the castle, staying in became sort of pointless when the party was raging pretty much right outside your door. Also, she'd learned early on as a mother of a toddler that when you had a chance to leave your kid with someone else (someone responsible, obviously, she wasn't that bad of a mother), you took it, even if all you wanted to do was stay in bed watching trashy television and pig out on ice cream and french fries.
That was actually sounding better and better to Jess the more time she spent out here, but she'd already made her choice and she wasn't about to give up her prime real estate now.
Danny's regular babysitter (the leader of Camelot) was busy tonight like almost everyone, but one of the other Camelot moms had offered to watch Danny for a few hours and Jess jumped at the chance for some adult time. She loved her son, but anybody who didn't need a tiny reprieve from an energetic almost five year old was clearly a robot. She would die for that kid, but mommy also needed some alone time every once in awhile.
Didn't make her a monster. Just human. A very deeply flawed human, but still human.
She knew better then to go for the stuff in bowls, on the off chance that one of Camelot's more mischievous members decided to do something funny to the punch, so she stuck to bottled beer and parked herself in a particularly advantageous spot outside. Just close enough to see how hungover some people were going to be the next day, making mental notes to herself on which newer recruits to torture a little bit more then the rest come Monday while she nursed her beer under the shade of a tree near the lake in the growing dusk. Prime spot for people watching and also conveniently the best spot for seeing the fireworks when they started.
If anyone tried to take her spot? She wasn't above throwing this almost empty bottle of beer at their head.