Ollie / Charlie
This was more reminiscent of Ollie's old life than anything he remembered in recent history. He almost couldn't remember the last time he'd needed to bring out a suit, but both for sentimentality and because you never fucking know when you'll need one, he'd kept his favorite one in a garment bag with his things. Maybe a bit silly and probably even more frivolous, but hell, times like this made him realize exactly why he did it. He smoothed out his lapels and looked around.
Allie was probably going to be sorry as hell that she'd missed this. Going to Alghren's apartment was a stupid idea, and everyone refused to point that out to the Princess of Sunshine, so the whole night would probably be spent miserable for all of them. Maybe there was no one else there he knew, but as far as solid night plans went, Ollie definitely got the better end of the deal.
He'd played a whole load of songs from his classic rock repertoire. Piano Man, as requested by O'Brien, as well as a couple others requested by various folks—Have You Ever Seen the Rain, Desperado (that one was more for himself) and Free Fallin'—and he was definitely getting into the groove of things. He'd even had a pair of women and a rather good-looking gentleman flirt with him, and because of that, he was feeling more like himself than he'd been in ages.
He'd spotted that FBI agent, West, a few times... but he had no problem whatsoever with her. He wasn't intimidated. Maybe he should have been, but he couldn't really be bothered to care. Not yet, anyway.