The dance floor is swimming with people. Innovator balls are always a hell for him, all kinds of investors and advocates wanting to speak to him for hours on end about their lives and how hextech is so important and how he's such a brilliant young inventor.

He hates it. He’d much rather be talking to someone he knows but Caitlyn isn't here, Mel is busy across the ballroom and Viktor is nowhere to be seen. He looks around for a way out, someone who doesn't look like they want to speak about money and transports and how he’s such a genius - although he doesn't mind that last part. He is, in fact, a genius. But that's not the point.

He’s already used the ‘I should go get more champagne’ excuse once, he can't fool these people again. He laughs his way out of the conversation, hoping that laughing at their own jokes will keep these sharks occupied long enough for him to escape. He walks over to someone who doesn't seem like they’ll talk his ear off.

“Care for a dance?” He asks, offering his hand and trying to be smooth, and when he realizes just how awful he is at that he pauses “Sorry, that was bad.. I'm Jayce, Jayce Talis.” He offers his hand, this time for them to shake. “But you probably already knew that..”