Ben/Phasma
Ben hadn't bothered to dress up. Was he supposed to? Even if he was, he wouldn't have. Deciding to forgo his usual dark leather attire and instead choose to go with the clothes left for him in the closet was a big enough change for him. If he had to start wearing uniforms again, he would have been happier back in his room. Or better yet, in the sky. But since he didn't have wings, flesh-made or metal, that was out of the question.
Though parties were not normally something he liked to be a part of, he'd made the effort to come out to this one. However, when he showed up and saw the size of the crowd already gathered, he started to reconsider. Thankfully, all it took was a few dry martinis (quickly chugged) to make him change his mind and stay. At least the music was ...well, it wasn't Whitney Houston but there were a few enjoyable tracks he made a note to look up at the library.
He didn't have to wait long for Phasma to show up, which was incredibly grateful for. Talking to new people, or actually anyone had always been strenuous for him. With the third martini in hand, he pushed his way through the chaos until he was able to slide up to her. Unlike him, she'd actually gone all out for the occasion and Ben had to admit he was staring again. "What in the galaxy are you wearing?" As if it weren't obvious but she was in a dress!