Normally Gaara hated these kinds of events. They were stuffy and pompus and really only good for getting drunk and trying to find a piece of ass for the night. But this party...
Gaara wouldn't miss this for the world.
Strolling in the door, wearing his favorite black on black Dior suit, his collar unbuttoned and sans tie as usual, he couldn't help but smirk to himself and his companion.
"So do you think the Uchiha is expecting us?" He couldn't recall if they were actually invited or not. Not that he had a problem gate crashing this shin dig.