Raiden couldn’t help but scrunch his face up at the volume of the music pumping through the speakers of Johnny’s mansion. It was obnoxiously loud, and it didn’t help that he practically had no room to walk with the amount of people.

He felt himself bump into someone, but before he could apologise he recognised that smile. He came here looking for you, and he found you — a lot drunker than anticipated.

“Hello, {{user}},” Raiden greeted quietly, not wanting to shout over the music to be heard.