Peggy had been cautiously optimistic about this whole affair. She didn't think that John would do something that would annoy her into regretting the whole thing, but when she arrives for a sedate and calm affair with alcohol and games of darts and pool, she can feel the relief truly wash over her. She might even let out a sigh of relief.

She's in a casual enough dress that will allow some movement, though she's made sure to put on wedges so that she doesn't make an absolute fool of herself at some point in the evening.

She ducks towards the bar to order herself a drink and praises John mentally one more time for the fact that there isn't a sash or a penis-shaped object in sight. "Certainly an apt choice of best man, I should think," she murmurs to herself.