Charlie and Open
Charlie had officially reached the point of having had a little too much to drink, and he was very merry. He'd left his date in the company of Benjy and Bonnie whilst he'd gone off in search of the men's room to try and make some space for a little more alcohol.
Starting on champagne had been either a very good or very bad idea, because it had definitely gone straight into his bloodstream. With an empty bladder and a newly acquired aqua-marine cocktail (the name of which he had instantly forgotten as soon as he'd stepped away from the bar) Charlie made his way through the crowd.
He was swaying as he walked, enjoying the 1-2-3 of the constant waltz, but he may have swayed a little too far, because he stumbled suddenly and bumped heavily against someone's back. "Sorry-- two left feet!" Charlie apologised, though he wasn't looking at his victim, he was checking to make sure he hadn't spilled his precious drink.