Prompto knew for a fact that he and his pregnant were not going to stay here at the party for long, and he definitely wasn't even planning on drinking all that much (which was the whole point of the party, right? Well, besides the sweaters?), but he did want to at least make an appearance, maybe talk to and catch up with a few people. Especially since the sweater he wore last year had still been in the closet, and still fit nicely (although, he was very pleased to see, it did fit just a little tighter across his shoulders and chest from those sweet apocalypse daemon hunting gains).