Charlie stumbled slightly, spilling his drink as he clambered to stand on the bartop. He brushed off the bartender, gesturing to the crowd with a smile brighter than his hair. “Witches and Wizards of this fine establishment,” he shouted, raising his glass. “I think we can all agree that things aren’t exactly great right now- I mean, people are being attacked, dark wizards, dark magic, you know the drill. We do this every decade, I swear.” He took a sip of his beer, raising it again before anybody could interrupt him. “But, I just got paid and things are looking up, so who wants a drink? Huh? I’ll buy one one for everybody! Totally on the house, well- not on the house, on my house because- well, I’m paying! But you get the idea...” He let out a huff of breath, rolling his eyes as someone tugged rather insistently on his hoodie. “Alright- fine, I’ll get down.” He complained, turning to look at whoever was demanding his attention. “Whatever, ruin my fun.”