Strangely enough, Kellan Bundy cut a fine figure in a suit he'd had tailored for the Gala. As a rule, he didn't attend such things, but it was required this once in an official work capacity. Except for the fact that it wasn't required. More like he'd volunteered, since several of his co-workers were either already in attendance or had declined the overtime for various reasons. Kellan had basically zero social life, so getting paid to people-watch was as good a way to spend the evening as any. Snagging a flute of champagne, he sipped at it slowly. It wouldn't look very professional if he ended up tipsy while on the clock.
His eyes scanned for any familiar faces. There was surely a lot of pink.