Crichton had one helluva headache the day after the party. So bad, that he'd stayed in bed a couple of days after to try to clear it, surviving off whatever snack foods he'd stored away and just sleeping it off. Ugh.
But now his 'supplies' were low and he knew he needed to get out and do something. Yeah, the sun hurt his eyes, and yeah, he was still getting used to what to do around here, but he figured he'd at least pay Tony a visit. See if he found anything new. Or at least had a new toy to tinker with.
Making his way across town, he wasn't that surprised to see a man dressed in way too much white greeting him. Probably someone talked to or danced with at the party who he didn't remember. So he plastered a smile on his face and would just do what he usually did- just play along.
"Uh, hey!" John raised his hand. "How ya doin', uh...?" Yup, no idea who he was. Great.