Technically speaking, Chris attended the gala with a date- Seeing as said date wasn’t anything more than the result of a dare, however, he saw nothing wrong with hitting on one of the many other beautiful women in attendance, making small talk with them perfectly fair game. Well, making eyes at them while being entirely too anxious to form a coherent sentence was fair game. After a glass or two, a familiar face caught his attention, the fact that she seemed to be standing alone only an encouragement to the tipsy thoughts urging him to walk over and strike up a conversation. Not a moment later, he was making his way over. "Hey, Clem," he said, greeting her with a wide grin - not even top tier champagne could turn him into a hugger, "You look great. Sucks our theme didn't win, but you look great as a princess." Not a hugger, but definitely not a nervous stuttering mess either.