There were any number of reasons why Cade would have liked to arrive what some would call fashionably late to the gala. The most pressing of them being that he didn't really want to be there and would have liked to have taken his sweet time getting ready. But with Cade's job on the line - it seemed it was always on the line - he didn't really have a choice. And if he was going, the least he could do was look presentable.
And so there he was, dressed suitably in black. Cade would have worn black anyway, but his own outfit had some gold embellishments he would have otherwise forgone if this wasn't actually supposed to be a celebratory affair as opposed to a funeral. Not that he looked like he was celebrating.
A scowl on his face, Cade made a bee-line for the bar closest to the entrance. In short order, he had a tumbler of whiskey in his hand and his expression had mellowed to one of boredom as he looked around the room to see who else had arrived.