At this point of the night, Charlie was feeling the effects of all the alcohol he'd consumed. He knew ahead of time that he'd need to play things cool, despite it being a house party, but one thing led to another and he'd had too many shots. Now, he was playing with the tits of his suit, and his inhibitions were getting dangerously low; people couldn't know that "Chrissy" wasn't who she said she was. On the other hand, at least he was making enough of a spectacle that it was so overt it was almost covert.
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