Kon had barely arrived when he got the invite, and his head was still reeling from being here and not being home. And missing things, a lot of things. Especially good friends. So, when alcohol was offered at this party? Kon let himself indulge. He could make it not affect him if he ever had to, but right now, a little forgetting felt like a good plan.

Even if he was still new, he was ready to party, ready to enjoy himself, and ready to not think of home. Maybe even have a new adventure. Except hopefully, this one would come without being shot at, nearly dying, dying, being stabbed, or any other form of combat. Kon's life had been way too full of that of late.

Kon was dressed in casual clothing, but due to the influence of Red Robin in his life, it was expensive casual clothing, and fit him even better than he would prefer. It was, right now, his best clothing. Of course it was worn over his supersuit, since he never took it off save to use his powers to clean it. So he was there, looking around, and hoping the night would be forgetful, and yet, memorable.