Scott was in a vest. That could be catagorised in many ways but 'holy shit, Scott in a vest!' pretty much summed it up. That said, Lydia had done a pretty good job of making him look both respectable and like he fitted into this crowd and the shoes didn't even rub.
He hated to admit it, but this celebration had come at a pretty opportune moment - just when Stiles and Lydia had gotten their most mushy - and Scott knew that one day he'd be expected to go through this whole thing with them and he had no idea how and what might be expected, so the whole thing was a learning moment. One that he'd managed to convince Cora to attend with him. All the way unexpected, but the free food angle had been a winner.
Scott took the glass of champagne from her and took a sip. "I don't get the appeal," he said giving it a suspicious sniff. "Does it taste like it should be ten times as expensive as white wine? Surely putting bubbles in isn't that costly or Coke would cost a fortune," he mused. As for her question he gave a shrug, "I'm not sure. I think there are speeches and dances and stuff and then the bride and groom head out and we carry on doing... something," he said vaguely. "At least, I think that's how it goes."