Merrion/Ari/Drake/Open
One of these days, he was going to take the time to get a jacket tailored. The one he had bought had fit at the shop - he'd even taken the time to try it on - but the more he moved in it, the more it constricted around his biceps and generally made him uncomfortable.
He sighed and entered the ballroom and immediately spotted Ari - it was hard to miss the most beautiful woman in the room, after all - who appeared to be speaking with some man in a hilariously outdated coat with sleeves the probably measured as wide as his head. He started over towards them, and the man came into better view.
Merri.
Of course Merri would wear something like that. "Hey," he greeted them as he approached.