Ladon Party: Alex and Tin Valentin was dressed as Loki, only lacking the traditional headpiece. He had cobbled it together himself, using his own clothes and calling in a favor to someone more skilled at crafting to make the staff for him. He hadn't recognized Alex's costume, but Alex had told him about it before, so he hadn't needed to.
Valentin was balancing his staff on the flat of his hand. He had a little alcohol, but not too much, floating somewhere in the limbo between almost sober and tipsy. He was listening to Alex, nodding along. The bonfire was flickering in the background, the evening air filled with laughter and shouts despite the rain.
"That's so cool," Valentin said, glossing over the fact that Alex's parents just naturally had a lawyer at their disposal. "I mean, maybe you'll be the new Bieber. Or the new Martin Garrix! And I'll be your... I don't know. I could manage your Instagram." Valentin's clear eyes found Alex. "Hey, did you try the Martin Garrixizer? Apparently, my DJ-name is Virgilio Grafix."