Gale watched each family come through that door from the side, and they seemed to have their best acting happy expression as possible. This event happened every year so these people had enough practice a simple smile and wave. Even though he'd been away for an entire year it did him good to connect names with faces, and with his family being first at the Gala the young man had front row seats to this spectacle called fame.<strong>"Now introducing Jessica Johnson and her wife Lizbeth Conners with her daughter Ms.Kathleen Johnson... "</strong>said the man as he announced the family which in turn made him silent as a church mouse as he gazed upon his ex Kathleen. Thankfully she had not seen him if she had there was a high bet that her attention would be elsewhere tonight. As much as he wanted to run up to her and say his peace with the young lady now would not be the best time to make a scene. Instead he continued his sight seeing adventure as more flooded into the Gala.<br/><br/>Next on the list of memory lane was The Holland family, and their son. It struck him out that he even remembered his name since they never really talked outside some event the previous year. If he recalled it was the first and only time when he'd been invited to see the movie starring Drake a thing he soon later regretted  since it wasted his time, and how after the fact he went on and on. God. Someone had filled his head with enough hot air. He thought he was the shit twenty four seven. One of these days he'd make a note to step on that guys ego with his timberland boot, and grind it into the ground. As Drake's mother turned and saw Gale he only smiled faintly and waved since somehow she remembered him.<em> 'At least one person remembers my damn face.'</em>thinking to himself as he lost sight of the young blowhard.<br/><br/>Right as he felt no one else was going to arrive for a bit it was thrown back in his face.<strong>"Jun Kawakita, son of Taka"</strong>the announcer said as this gentleman came in.<em>'Son of Taka? It can't be anyone else, right?'</em>Literally not getting the connection that he could give two shits about whom or what and get on with his night while he could. He walked down the stairs being greeted with small banter about his return home, plans, all of the happy go lucky crap that made for piss poor conversation. All he had to do was nod, give a smile, or in a rare case talk about his father. With each word bellowing forth it was amazing that so much bold face lies came from him. On the off chance his dad was listening Gale threw in,"I was thinking about learning a think or two from my old man. Yea now since he was a artist." If he didn't sell his soul tonight, and look happy doing it. A award needed to be given to him right then. His acting beat Drake's at that very moment. Once it was all over a b-line was made to the bar that was cozily off to the side. The poor bastard didn't even drink, yet he ordered anyway to get the taste of that mans name from his mouth.<strong>"Fuckin hell....that was painful."</strong>speaking to no one particular.<br/><br/>The now very lightly buzzed Gale missed a few face, yet heard the names instantly on who to avoid.<strong>"...Mr Takshi Koto..."</strong>the only part that he caught his brain sending off red flags. That man and his father knew each other rather well there were rumors going on about those two, but it was only that rumors no one had the guts to throw anything in his direction. Gale took a full glass down the hatch as another cog of mental skilled whirled. Sayuri would be here too. Oh lucky day... There was enough shit with her already brewing with that little demon as is. As for the rest he tuned himself out of this place and watched  everyone mingle. It had gotten so packed that Gale had to take a step out towards the front to smoke. With so many guest it was hard to get around them. It was only natural that he would bump into someone. That unlucky person being Kaiyo.<strong>"Ah I'm sorry."</strong>He spoke averting his eyes away due to his embarrassment.