[Raoul is at the party, of course, dressed to impress and enjoying some of the wine slowly and reverently. Ah, blessed alcohol, he'd needed this. He can hold his liquor and he's not downing glasses, so Raoul won't be drunk, but he'll be pleasantly buzzed and a little less uptight. If asked for a chat, or to dance, or play cards or tell stories, he'll be there, because this sort of thing is his element.
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Oh, and if you ask: he made the somewhat burnt quiches. He's proud of them.]