Lafayette leaned against the far wall soon after entering the ballroom. He'd heard about the fancy to-do after finally fixing his make up and figured he'd at least see if there was any good alcohol to be had. Scanning the room, Lafayette quickly realized he was dreadfully under-dressed for this event, "A fancy evening such as this, and me without my good pearls," he murmured to himself.
He was still unsure exactly where he was, or how he'd gotten there, and when the hell he'd get to go home. Not to mention whether or not he'd have to go outside for a smoke.