Eric had flown out to Scotland the day before the wedding and had spent a few hours sight-seeing, gotten himself lost, found a pub and finally found his way back to the hotel he was staying in. He'd wanted to text Ariel before going to bed the night before the wedding, but with the time difference, he hadn't been sure exactly what the time was back in California, so he'd decided to go to bed so he'd be up nice and early for the wedding the next day.
Now that the wedding had concluded and the reception was in full swing, Eric was wandering around, drink in hand, looking for either Zelda or someone else to talk to and secretly hoping wondering if anyone would recognize him.