"Nah, I just really hate cancer you know?"
Casey had been stuck outside by a bunch of paparazzi's who seemed to be playing a game called "Can we get him to say something stupid?"
They kept firing questions at him. "What do you intend to achieve tonight? Do you think you are doing good?"
"Well. Recon the high cottons get together and drink expensive wine all night, and the proceeds goes to the cancer research and stuff."
Casey knew there was probably more to it than that, but he figured that answer would be good enough.
"But common guys, I really got to get inside now. I didn't get gussied up to stand out here with you folk."

Casey got inside and quickly walked up to a seat, realized they were seated and started to look for one with his name on it.