[Maybe Baren's noticed that Wei Wuxian wanders over to the window closest to the door a few times throughout the night, or that he nurses one or two drinks instead of tanking back his usual 500, BUT LOOK... As much as he loves celebrations and adores these chaos twins, he also needs to be in top form just in case disaster decides to come knocking on his door again. It's why he's completely straight-standingly sober even by the end of this wild, wild night.

He still seems fond though because he's also grossly soft beneath the gremlin onion layers. Gross. He stretches his arms overhead, enjoying the crisp smell of night air and firecracker smoke and glancing around at all these (probably exhausted, but also probably mostly satisfied) party-goers.]

Mmhm! You two really outdid yourselves this year, though. You'll have to start planning for your twenty-third birthday now if you want to top this one, you know?

[He has faith, though... Unfortunately.]

Did it go like you'd hoped?