Well, this was it. Henry wasn't sure exactly what to expect from the party Mitch and Dorian were throwing, but... well, he'd spent so much time telling everyone else it would be fun, so he sure hoped it was.
He'd tried to dress up a bit, but he wasn't the sort. He'd managed to add a dark blue jacket over his normal shirt and jeans, but that was as far as he went. He'd feel ridiculous in anything else. Besides, didn't movie stars wear nice dress jackets with jeans and un-tucked shirts?
He took his camera, draping it around his neck, and headed downstairs. He hoped Eileen showed up. She had said she would. And... had she been joking, about asking him to dance? He did want to dance with her, but he didn't know if he'd be able to ask her. Well, maybe he would. If she didn't ask him. Or....something.
He headed into the ballroom and almost immediately he felt sort of like he was back on yearbook staff in High School. Maybe it was the balloons. Maybe it was the buffet. Maybe it was the fact that he gravitated towards the wall and started looking for good natural frames in the room.
He'd just take a few pictures, then he'd...mingle. He wasn't going to be That Guy. Not here.