Atticus M.
Was accustomed to events. Had no idea if he'd attended them often during his not-yet time in this town, but had spent an inordinate time sitting on the stairs of gala halls as a child. His parents were always attending an event or throwing one, and countless charities, roads and buildings back home bore the McVickers name. As an adult, he'd attended endless educational conferences and academic events. Tonight wasn't either type of gathering, but still felt comfortable arriving at the sprawling house, despite not knowing most of the attendees on sight.
Was also his first night back in town since the memories.
Had dressed casually. Ambled in, unrushed, looked around as he rubbed his light-stubble jaw, and made a beeline for the bar. Hugh was sure to have good spirits on hand.