Later in the evening: Scud + Open
It was possible this was one of the better parties he'd been to in a while. Which was a little weird, actually, because there'd been a point in his life when Scud had done nothing but attend party after party all through the country. Those ones, admittedly, had included a lot more sex. But this one had more pie, and also some cheesy deep fried things. And frankly, those things interested him a little more these days than the genitalia of strangers. Having an actual long term significant other did great things for the ego, but damn he'd had to start woking out a lot more lately to make sure all this new time for snacking on pie didn't add up to anything in terms of weight.
He'd complain more, but Lo had a pool. And a high gate.
The random act of violence earlier in the night and the miraculous healing had also sort of been a good time. It was probably a fucked up thing, but Scud both had the advantage of knowing Dean exceptionally well and having been blown up in his own dreams. He was desensitized enough where it'd nearly just been a show with dinner.
"This dip is really fucking good," he said, helping himself to another chip.