Scott wasn't sure how he and Barda had ended up invited to a BBQ in New York... or why they'd decided it was a good idea to come to it- and yet, here they were.
No, that wasn't entirely true. They'd been invited by the people that they'd had a challenge with during that week when they'd all been teenagers-- which made it more than a little embarrassing for Scott, since he'd been in charge of kissing everyone. To be fair, he hadn't exactly leapt at the opportunity.
After raiding the show's costume wardrobe (a trunk that had been carted back stage and was pretty much invisible to Scott, given that his own costume was the only one he really kept track of), he'd managed to find a tricorner hat, a sword belt (and a tipped prop rapier) and (with Alfred's help from Bruce's closet, or maybe from his costume closet... honestly how many clothes did one guy have/need?) a dark blue jacket with tails. He hadn't brought an eyepatch though-- weren't those going to be provided?
"Uh... hello? Hi, I'm Scott." He refrained from saying 'We were invited, I promise. We met at that thing with the dresses. I was bald'.