With the letter from Lucius hanging over his head - a carefully selected list, and he thought it was serious, and he had always intended on going through with this but with some additional level of agency - Cash was really looking for additional ways to avoid his household, and maybe a dinner with someone else's family wasn't his ideal choice, but it was something. Besides — he liked Ford Greengrass and was sure this would at least puncture his evening with something other than the Lestrange London home.
Cash was not sure he'd ever come to a dinner party as an adult who was invited as himself, and not as some extraneous Lestrange or someone's chaperon, before. He didn't think he was nervous, but he was deliberate about apparating onto the Bartonburg street from his bedroom with exactly a minute to spare, and fixed his cufflinks again before he walked up to the door. Cash double-checked the number, double checked the time on his watch - there it was, exactly right - and rang the doorbell.
Cash was not sure he'd ever come to a dinner party as an adult who was invited as himself, and not as some extraneous Lestrange or someone's chaperon, before. He didn't think he was nervous, but he was deliberate about apparating onto the Bartonburg street from his bedroom with exactly a minute to spare, and fixed his cufflinks again before he walked up to the door. Cash double-checked the number, double checked the time on his watch - there it was, exactly right - and rang the doorbell.
MJ made this!