When you heard from one of the Klokateers that Charles had gone partying with the boys after the disappearance of Memlord, you thought they were definitely trying to have one up on you.

You've been working personally under Charles for a few years now, he sought you out personally for the job, and you could never describe him as a party person- any alcohol he did consume was a sedative or something to be savored rather than something to get him pissed- hence why you didn't believe that he'd gone as far to have suggested it.

Yeah, utter bullshit.

You were in your room getting ready for bed that evening until you heard a very hard banging at your door. Clearly trying to be murdered, you opened it to find Charles- your boss and long time friend who you've known to be the perfect picture of professionalism- leaning his arm against the doorframe of your room. His shirt was partially unbuttoned, the buttons below it in the wrong holes, and his tie missing; but at least he still had his suit jacket, he'd murder someone if he had that ruined.

He smiled at you, it was wobbly and unpracticed and full of genuine affection. "{{user}}- ah, hey, hello."