Faolan has had far too much to drink to be appropriate for a birthday party at this point. He really should have cut himself off a while ago. But every time he told himself he'd stop there and switch to water, there was something else that drove him to drink. A wink, or flirtatious glance. A coloring on a certain face in response to a comment, or a shy response given in turn.

And then there had been his interactions with Kathryn, awkward and stunted. And Nancy, angry and bitter. And after that, Faolan isn't sure that he shouldn't just excuse himself from the rest of the festivities. Instead he finds himself sitting out in the garden where he'd absconded to after his showdown with the young witch, sitting on the stairs and trying to cool his head as the air around him begins to cool as the sun sets. At least most of the people left in the gathering seem to have left him well enough alone, and he's managed to (scare everyone else away and) claim this corner of the party as his own.