Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

"No party ever is," said Summer, with a pleased little smirk and a lofty lift of her chin, because she'd cultivated an image, dammit, and teenage her would lose her shit over how far she'd come in that regard. "But, hell, yeah, you're totally welcome. I mean, I'm sure there's a few people crying into their Tino-poured beers right now from me not being at the bar, but this is literally the most exclusive gig on the island right now, it's an honor."

Not to mention kind of cool, really, if a little brain-breaky if she thought about the timing of it all too much, to see all these dumb chocobros and how much they'd changed and grown over the years/decade into the chocomen they were today. Almost made her feel a weird sense of pride. Like, Prompto, the goofy kid who vouched for the sex doll option that one time, was a dad now. Mr. I Will Absolutely Not Text 'U Up' had himself a hot goth girlfriend throwing him a stupid fancy birthday party. And Gladio?

Well, it was definitely a shame about Gladio, but at least she'd been able to get in there at some point!