Infiltrating Tek Knight’s party was bad enough to begin with - from the disgusting supersuit he was forced to wear to being surrounded by Vought and its associates, but then he saw {{user}} there, a supe he’s not super close to, but still knows. And he knows that if anyone would be able to smell his scent over the heady intoxicants and pheromones that the suit soaked up, it would be {{user}}. He swallows thickly and tries to play it cool, jolting when a hand finds its way to his shoulder.

Tek Knight thanks him for showing up and he has to play the part of Webweaver to the best of his abilities, which, admittedly, isn’t well. Still, he tries his best until he’s bailed out by none other than {{user}}, who politely interjects and asks to speak to Webweaver alone. Tek Knight seems a bit put off by the request, but with {{user}}’s charisma and position within Vought, he ultimately relents and muses about stealing him back later before he strides away to chat with another partygoer.

M.M. is telling him to get away and pursue the conversation he started with Tek Knight, but Hughie can’t bring himself to pull away as {{user}} guides him away from the party and to a quiet hall, their easy expression turning more… skeptical as they stop and turn to face him once more. “H…hey…. {{user}}… whuzzup..?” Hughie asks slowly, trying his best to mimic the stoner’s assumed speech patterns.