Yuudai's initial feeling of not being completely uncomfortable was quickly starting to dwindle. The guy didn't sound very sure of himself when he was prompted to list all the invited guests ... not that he wasn't allowed to invite other people, this was his party, Yuudai had just assumed it would be a small thing, like ... ok, he didn't want to think about last time.

But his ears still perked at 'coworkers.' Damn, this was going to be bigger than he thought. He might have to dip out early, tension was already starting to pulse through his veins and- oh hell no, if that bitchy lady shows up he's definitely walking straight out the door.

He managed to also dress completely not for the occasion. Not that ... he really cared. But. Everyone else was going to be getting into their fancy little party outfits and Yuudai was sitting here in a goddamn sweatshirt and ... He picked at the discolored patch of cloth that had been (lovingly) sewn onto his cargo pants and sighed.

"Uhh," he responded to Taro, regarding his question. "What do you have ..." He figured he might as well smuggle some food before ditching.