There was a time when Altair loved all manners of socials. He was usually the loudest and most obnoxious. He and Cairo usually walked in like they owned the place and caused a scene. He had girls fighting over him and he could vividly picture Vahliri, Aadya and everyone else dressed to the nines. All of those memories were distant now, as if they were from a different lifetime entirely.
This was meant to be a joint mixer between Imperials and Imperial Knights. Since the new rules were announced, there was better camaraderie between the groups. Altair saw a lot of faces he didn’t recognize immediately. There was music and a few people were dancing, but he was seated at a table in the back. Everyone was dressed formally and he was in his uniform dress attire.
Instead of dancing or performing on stage, he was quietly scrolling through his NalPhone while drinking from a glass of whiskey. A few people came up to pay their respects, but otherwise he was left alone. He was no longer that obnoxious teen - he was the ruler of this new Empire he created. And he was the last one standing from all the people he once knew.
He carried a deep sorrow with him, but he would never let it come to surface. Altair was still reeling from the latest blow - the fact that he would become a single father in just a few months. He was absentmindedly browsing through his old dating apps, finding his old bio hilarious. He barely ever matched with any girls back then since he was a tiefling. Suddenly he had hundreds of interested women that recognized him.
@LadyRen