"Aw, hell."

As soon as Sawyer steps into the theater venue, he finds himself feeling distinctly underdressed compared to a lot of the other invitees to the evening. He's not exactly sure at what point a trip to the theater became such a spectacle, but with his flannel shirt and slacks, and hair admittedly a little longer than he usually keeps it, Sawyer glances around in slight amusement over how much he sticks out like a sore thumb.

But that's fine. He doesn't get the impression that Mindy will be too upset at him for it. He can always offer to suffer through a makeover later at her direction, if she requires.

Hanging out in the back of the theater, Sawyer's hands restlessly fumble with Mindy's present — a brightly colored silk scarf in red and magenta, a color he can easily imagine matching her brighter shades of lipstick. There's also a small framed painting of Clementine's creation; Sawyer thinks it's a little cheesy, but perhaps perfect for the friendship he's enjoyed with Mindy.

For now, he lingers by the bar, not yet taking a drink until he can find a more familiar face in the crowd.