Re: [Gatecrashing.]
Adrian rolled up right on time, because he had never been fashionably, and never been fashionably late to anything. He was also dead sober, because pregaming had not been a thing when he was in college, and he was strongly, strongly regretting his decision to attend a party, of all things, before he even arrived.
He was older than most of the rest of the participants - late twenties, not early, absolutely criminal - and he did not recognize the man alongside Cat as Jack. Not even for a moment. Jack was meant to be older than Newt for starters.
He was dressed plainly and cleanly, and he had no idea what to do at a party like this one, with the music thumping heavily inside, or how to do it. Cat, however, he recognized. It had been months since he'd seen her last, and he sidled up to the scene between them with a stiffness that heavily implied a lack of invitation. Was he even really supposed to be here? "...hello. Cat. And Cat's friend."