Safe to say Johnny was definitely surprised to be invited to a party. Not just any party, though, but an actual fancy gathering hosted by none other than Madame Mavric. Even if he was sure it was for everyone under her employ it was one of the last things he expected from her. Regardless, passing on something like this was definitely not an option.
It had been some time since he was last at an event of this scale but he believed he fit in easily enough, especially after going shopping for a proper suit. He missed wearing one of these; being hired on as a mercenary didn’t exactly give him the chance to do so often. He’d leave something like that to the men and women that prefer to work in them.
If there was one thing that could be said about the Scout, it would be that he cleaned up nicely.
He mingled a bit when he got himself situated with a glass of wine in hand. It wasn’t his favorite of drinks but it would do. Thus far the majority he had seen he didn’t know very well–passing acquaintances, at most–but he kept looking, hoping to catch a familiar face, or at least a glimpse of the lady of the evening.