Ren walked a good fifteen paces through the room before stalling, waiting to see if anyone would call his name. They did not. Well, that was for the best. He rubbed his arm slightly, uncomfortable and warm in the jacket. He wanted to ditch the designer clothes and eyed the bathroom in the back corner, thinking he might just hide in there for the rest of the night. Bathrooms at places like this were lavish and not unpleasant to relax in. The buzz of too much conversation unsettled him and he started walking again, gulping down the last of his wine as he did so.

Out of nowhere, someone crashed right into him. Ren stumbled, losing his balance slightly, but the other's momentum wasn't enough to knock him down. However, the contents of his wineglass sloshed and just as the smaller man grabbed hold of him, the wine slashed down on top of them.

Ren's eyes went wide, breaking the normal placid mask. Wasn't that the other designer?...Tristian? "Uh..." he floundered, unable to understand this mess. "Are you okay?"