Miguel and ??
Miguel had let Lyla decide what clothes he'd be wearing at this party. She was the one projecting the holograms, after all, so it only seemed fair. And he did look to be fitting in quite well, so he wasn't complaining at all.
He was at the bar, getting drinks. He'd decided to stay away from the top shelf tonight, and would be sticking with beer. It seemed he could drink beer for ages and only get a little tipsy; if he wanted to get drunk, it had to be from much harder stuff than beer. He wanted to enjoy the evening, after all. He grabbed a couple of beers for himself, a couple of whatever Sarah was drinking, and then made his way back towards their table, nodding at people as he passed them.