“So you say.”  Diego grinned, finishing his flute of champagne after only his second sip.  It was not like he was driving anywhere, and he could use it to steady his nerves.  “I am pretty sure good looking girls in short pink dresses probably get a<i>little</i>more attention than average.  I am just glad I didn’t trip and wipe you out or something.”  Looking around the large room, Diego noted that Kat had been right and that almost everyone else in the room was older than them, and by a pretty significant margin.  Catching an old guy eyeballing Kat’s chest, Diego was about to point it out when Kat steered him away and used the magic words.<br/><br/>“I am<i>always</i>hungry.”  Diego admitted, gladly letting himself be steered towards the large buffet table.  This was one of the number one things he had been looking forward to.  While he knew there was no way he was going to fit in with these people and he would be worried about making a flub, he knew there had to be a REALLY impressive spread for a gala and he definitely planned on digging in.  Hearing that eating would cut down on their chances for talking was just an added bonus.<br/><br/>Grabbing a plate, Diego began piling food onboard, avoiding breads and most of the veggies as he didn’t want to have no room left for whatever came out next.  Concentrating on his plate and how much it could hold, he finally glanced over at Kat.  “Are you getting anything? Or holding out for dessert?” He asked.  “You want some sort of base so you don’t get too drunk.  I could carry you to the room pretty easy, but I am not sure you’d like that look.”  Diego teased, finally deciding he had enough food for a start.<br/><br/>“Let’s find a table and then I’ll go and get us some drinks.” He said looking over her head for a bar.  “Are our seats assigned or do we just sit anyway.”