Myron and Charlie Charlie wasn't particularly used to any sort of formal function, but he did the best he could considering the circumstances, and hell, he was pretty sure his outfit choice turned out nice. Now, if he could only get through the rest of the evening. Once he arrived though, he quickly fell into his usual relaxed, carefree self. He even managed to see a few familiar faces here and there, which was rather nice, considering.
He had been mostly wandering alone when someone came up next to him, and when he realized who it was, even before Myron introduced himself, he couldn't stop the wide, bright smile that graced his features. "Nice to finally meet you as well. This set up is pretty great, I'll give you that. I'll definitely have to hire one of your people for my own coming home party, though I'm sure they're rate is a few galleons too high for my pocketbook," he teased, accepting the glass without question and taking a drink.
"Thanks for the invitation, by the way. I should donate Dragon Skin products more often. They're basically as good as currency around these parts." Laughing for a moment, he nodded his head in Myron's direction. "You seem to be quite the man of the hour though, so if you need to head off to greet all of your adoring fans, I understand. I'll politely say I'd hate to monopolize too much of your time, even if that is a boldfaced lie." Wagging his eyebrows he took another drink, knowing it wasn't necessary to tell Myron how good he looked. Charlie was well aware the other man knew.