Chase, open
Chase had more or less recovered from his dip in acid. More or less. There were splotches on his calves that had been burned pretty badly, but he'd been taking care of them and they just looked like pale spots now. He hadn't gone across the line since. Hadn't gone near it, really.
Strolling up onto the roof for the party, Chase looked around. His eyes lingered briefly on Simms, but given what Caleb had put him through, he wasn't keen on tangling with another one of the Sons. So he'd content himself with taunting, for now. Though not right now, since he just ... wanted to relax and observe.
Glancing around, he took in the current population of the rooftop before he moved to settle onto one of the chairs. He nodded to anyone who happened to meet his gaze, but for the most part was content to watch.