Briar/Jack/Charlotte
For obvious reasons, Briar didn't make a habit of attending parties for social reasons. Being three years sober wasn't something to undersell, it was still a big deal, but it was also only three years. The thing about addiction, or so she'd been told over and over and over again until she felt like taking a bat to the next well-meaning person who said it, is that it really is all about taking it one day at a time.
Unfortunately for Briar, that also just happened to be true.
Every day could be another day where you stayed sober, or it could be the day you finally slipped, and people always slip. It had taken Briar a long time just to work up to that first ninety days of sobriety without falling off the wagon again, but she'd eventually done it. At some point those ninety days became a year, and then another year. It hadn't been easy, after three years there were still plenty of days where Briar found herself weighing her options between staying sober or almost trying to convince herself it wouldn't be so bad if she did it just this once.
Thanks to Jack and their meetings, Briar had a pretty good support system, though. It was one of the reasons she'd asked Jack to be her 'sober buddy' for the night, but Camelot parties were thankfully a lot different from the kind of parties she used to attend (and throw) back in her heyday anyway. There was so much to do and see that it was pretty easy to avoid the drinks area, for one, and events like Camelot's solstice party really weren't just about getting hammered anyway.
Well. It wasn't about that for everyone.
Briar was here in a more official capacity, another reason that made tonight easier to handle. She had her work to focus on, and really what that meant was spending the evening supervising the bunch to make sure there were no terrible accidents. And if there were, she'd fix them, probably. Mostly she was keeping an eye on the drunken idiots these parties tended to turn people into before too long. Accidents were a hazard in Camelot even without the mass consumption of alcohol taken upon by many of its members, so you can imagine how much more likely a medical emergency became once you introduced that into the equation. You would think the people in combat would at least have enough sense not to hurt themselves unnecessarily, but they were often the worst offenders.
"Hey, you!" For her small size, Briar had an impressive volume when it came to yelling. A few people nearest to her actually jumped in surprise at the sudden outburst, but her attention wasn't on them, her eyes were trained on the people horsing around nearest to the lake. One of them was playfully jostling the other person like he was going to push him into the water. "No horseplay near the lake! And no running, either!" That last order was shouted at someone else not far from the first offending party, that person halting immediately in their tracks before continuing on at a much slower pace.
Making a noise of exasperation, Briar turned back to her diet coke and moved her medical bag closer to her feet before stretching back out on the spot they'd picked on the lawn. "Honestly, am I a nurse or a lifeguard?"