The gala had been peddling along smoothly; his family was busy catering to guests while the crisp suit he'd donned was yet to get soiled by a glass of spilt champagne that was preferably far too cheap to be delivered to the event in the first place. Jason was yet to complain about something, anything. It was a miracle Bruce hadn't bothered him with some sort of introduction to parties of smiling, old women yet.

Jason was this close, this close, from slamming someone into the nearest champagne-glass tower.

There was a nagging urge that Jason had to begrudgingly suppress, the urge biting at his skin and telling him to seek cover in his room away from the crowd. With every person that dared to approach him, he offered them a look and a handful of irritated silence, completely and utterly poorly-veiled which usually sent them away. That being said, he felt all jittery, waiting for the salvation of the presence of another.

The one in question of whom he'd been waiting for by the entry of the event was his lover; you, and the mere thought of you arriving made his hands cold and clammy, nervously tucking and adjusting each and every hem of his suit until he thought it suitable enough for slight presentation. To be honest, Jason wasn't really one to give two flying flaps about what people thought, but you? You were so... you. You were everything, all at once.

So, when he spotted you stepping out of that car with those dazzling legs, dazzling eyes, dazzling hands, stepping into the gala like the finest piece of art he'd ever laid eyes on... God, he fell in love with you all over again, the fuzzy feeling smacking him right in the face like a big fat brick. He was hopeless, and he hated that he was.

"You're here," Jason breathed as if his lungs had been flooded with warm, tropical air, legs carrying him at an undeniably swift pace and catching you waist with one arm like every Disney prince ever, his expression awestruck. You were real, you were here, but... you almost seemed too good to be true. "Care for a dance, love? Or... champagne?"

Gods, he's in deep.