Ronan Lynch, outfitted as some kind of ermine-draped feral prince of mythic and vaguely Celtic origin, arrives arm-in-arm with his actual prince, Kylo Ren. Anyone who's seen the two of them attend any public event over the course of the past year has probably come to expect the theatricality of them. They indulge the cameras and then they're nigh inseparable, save for those moments when one or the other darts off to the bar for a drink or gets dragged into a conversation he'd rather not be having.

More so than usual, Ronan would rather not be mingling with a crowd. It's been a difficult week - or a difficult several months stuffed into the space of a week - and he's got a lot to unpack. He's found, however, that a night of drinking and dramatic costuming is a highly effective way to cheer Kylo up, and considering the slow and ugly death Kylo just had to witness Ronan endure, a little cheering up isn't such a bad idea for either of them.

On the rare occasion he isn't hanging onto his master, Ronan drifts aimlessly with a drink in hand, quietly readjusting to the reality in which he's a celebrity rather than a fugitive. It feels more like a dream tonight, in this glamorous and wintry setting, and Ronan confronts all of it with the same pensive curiosity he directs at his dreams nowadays. It's not all that different from wandering through an art museum, only everything on display is alive.

When Ronan hears his own name called at the auction closing, he freezes. Logically, he knows it's someone's idea of a practical joke, and it's inconsequential, and it's probably even kind of funny. That doesn't quite stop his heart from racing as he sweeps the room with his eyes. This is not the Fairy Market. He's not going to disappear behind a door. No one is coming for him. But those possibilities aren't as distant as he might have once imagined. Some shit, after all, can't be unseen.

Of course it's a joke. His eyes land on Kavinsky (Kavinsky!) and it all makes sense again. The number that follows Ronan's name is even more ridiculous than the premise. It's for damn charity, so there's no way he's not going to go through with it, but do these people know what they're getting into? Ronan Lynch is not a fun time.

He swallows his entire glass of whiskey in a single gulp.

Anything goes!