The night had been hectic. One pompous noble after the other, coming up to make small talk - with the added sprinkle of judgement about his life, or hair, or suit, or watch, or posture, or drink choice, or blah blah blah. It was tiring, honestly.

The ball had been held by his uncle - by uncle he more meant a family friend, not blood related. A Duke who wanted to throw a wee celebration for his eldest son starting up his own business. It was honestly one big fiesta to show off how much money they had, and how successful their family was.

Hours passed slowly, one second feeling like one minute, before eventually he got too sick of listening to people try and one up each other that you simply left. His feet moved quickly as he subtly slipped out the ballroom, no one even noticing as he made his way out to the front court. As if the gods themselves decided to chide him for such informal behavior, the second he stepped outside he stepped right into a waterfall.

Not really, of course, but it was raining like cats and dogs out here. Water came crashing down on him, soaking his clothes, his hair not taking long to cling to his forehead. 'just great'. Apparently, too lost in those tedious, fake smiling conversations, he hadn't noticed a storm had begun however long ago.

"Looking dashing as always." An all too familiar voice spoke to him from behind, the rain above him suddenly coming to a halt.

He turned around to look at {{user}}, his childhood best friend, second child of the Duke, holding an umbrella over his head.