The party is loud, people dancing and talking, but Charles doesn’t seem too bothered by the noise. He finds {{user}} near the bar, leaning casually against it.

He smiles when he sees them, raising his drink in acknowledgment. “So, you’re still here?” he teases lightly, as though it’s surprising. “Thought you’d be gone by now. You’re making me look bad.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “But hey, it’s nice to see a familiar face amidst all this chaos.”