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Charlie had decided to dress for the Pride nights in a way that told his identity to people who knew what to look for, so he'd got a grey sleeveless t-shirt which showed off part of his shoulder tattoo, and a pair of his regular combat shorts that he'd transfigured purple along with his standard black boots. He's also taken extra care with charming his prosthetic, so instead of the regular pride-flag he did for LGBTQ+ nights he'd got it to shift between that and the Ace flag every few minutes. Of course his clothing also had the benefit of being pretty cooling in the close atmosphere of the club. Despite the magical equivalent of air conditioning the sheer volume of sweaty bodies and the weather outside combined to make it pretty warm. Plus the lack of staff uniform beyond a lanyard-like ribbon around his neck (and all the other staff) meant he was free to dress as he wanted within the general neat and tidy guidelines he enforced.
He was making the rounds of the club now though, having let the downstairs bar staff know he'd be back in a little while. It wasn't his break yet but he was still nodding along to the music as he did a quick sweep of the floor, navigating without too much trouble around the busy dancefloor by keeping to the edges. He was smiling, raising a hand to a few regulars who spotted him and waved or smiled at him.