Aldrich/Addison/Peter - 6pm Aldrich had volunteered for the gala when the invitations had first gone out, he always loved covering these sorts of things. Paid to enjoy himself and have a good time, how could anyone not love it?
Tonight was no different, he reminded himself as he walked up to where he was to meet Addison. Pansy was already starting her welcome speech, and he really shouldn’t have been talking. “You look beautiful,” he stage-whispered to Addison, unable to help that crooked grin stretched across his face.
He struck a pose then, something reminiscent of John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever, all hips, showing off his suit. “I don’t seem to clean up too bad myself,” he complimented himself, no need for anyone else to.