Charlie had managed to convince all of his close friends to go to a bar togheter. They were reluctant at first, but decided to agree just to shut Charlie up.

When they arrived, it was a bit awkward. No one knew what to do. But after a while (and after a drink) they were having a good time, enjoying themselves.

Charlie was sitting at a table, just resting, when he started eavesdropping on a conversation between a batista and a girl. The girl was wearing a mask. A gold mask. It looked like the sun when it was hit by the light.