Gods and Force and karking Chandrilans.
They liked to make the whole Galaxy think that they were whiter than white, purer than purity itself and so far above it all that they never had any issues that regular people had. He had come to this party because he had been invited to it - simple as that - but he hadn't expected it to be this kind of affair. It had been going on for hours now and he was beginning to think that the drinks had all been spiked.
Waving a hand in front of his face, he chuckled a little bit to himself as it blurred slightly. The drinks did seem to be spiked because everyone else was doing similar. It wasn't just him though so he wasn't too concerned. It wasn't likely to be someone trying to attack him when literally everyone at the party was a mix of drunk and high as a kite.
Didn't stop him taking another drink from the bartender and necking it.
There were some armoured people at the edge of the room and, for some reason, that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. A feeling inside of him (and yet also outside of him) was almost buzzing against his skin and it was getting kind of irritating. What was that feeling again? Oh... oh right was that the Force? It kind of reminded him of the Force before he'd started drinking.
Huh... that was probably a bad thing, right?
Probably.
He might not be a Jedi anymore but he wasn't one to step away from potential danger - no, he moved toward it. Of course he might have swayed a little bit more than usual but that didn't mean anything. He was still off toward dangerous like the valiant knight he had once been not too long ago! His Master would have been proud of him, just like how proud Carrick was for at least managing to walk in a straight line right now.