[For him, the past weeks have been absolute hell, literally and figuratively, the last one being no exception.
By now - either because he ranted about it, or because people spoke to Chloe, most people likely already know the kind of idiot he was. Not that that changes anything, of course. So perhaps for now he's not exactly super into the idea of a big party where people have the chance to glare at him, but he'll deal with it. Something about the atmosphere doesn't quite let him simply walk out of the whole thing.
In a deep red suit that the world provided for him, he's trying to get started on the large quantities of drinks offered, but he stops when he spots her near the tables.
... Surely his jaw will leave the floor at some point in the night?]