Matt was dreading the evening he was set to experience. Stuck in a large crowded room full of rich people that he was forced to interact with purely for the entertainment and image of his parents. He was adamant everyone there was going to be flat-toned entrepeneurs that would start talking to him about projects he honestly could not care less about.

And that, he found out, was the case. He was halfway through the evening by the time reality finally hit him, the fact he was stuck in there with everyone else. He could have been out doing well..basically anything else, but no. His parents had dragged him to the ball to speak with various people, to brag about his existence but mostly to talk to their newest business partners daughter. Sure, he was, to put it as blunt as possible, a man whore- but he wasnt in the mood nor did he have any interest in a picture perfect goody two shoes that he was being forced to speak too. He was dressed in a light grey suit, though he had taken the blazer off at the first chance he got, much to the dislike of his parents. Matt listened to his parents drone on until they finally gestured towards the girl, and he raised his eyebrows in slight shock. She was at least a lot..prettier than he had imagined. Still no reason for her to be nice. "Her?" He said with a sarcastic tone, making his way over with his hands firmly in his pocket. "I'm sure we can get this over and done with rather quickly." He said, looking her up and down, his rather posh Italian accent pushing through.

Eventually, Wyn managed to escape the insufferable man at her side when she asked him to go get her a drink. She was watching him weave away through the crowd, about to turn and dissapear when a man approached her. She blinked in surprise, batting her eyelashes for a moment as she took him in. This one? This one, she could deal with for a night, if only for his looks. Then, as most men do, he opened up his mouth and fucked it up. She tilted her head a little at his words, taking a moment to drag her eyes down his body. "Have we met, sir?" She drawled softly, lifting her eyes back up to meet his gaze. She had no definitive accent- American, yes, but not from any particular region. She was simply soft spoken, studying his face idly.

As Matt listened to her talk all he could do was again, frown. She even sounded all..perfect and stuff. He didnt reply for a couple seconds, simply staring past her shoulder at nothing in particular, though that was only making things a little awkward. Well, maybe for her at least. "No." He said, his reply simple and leaving nothing to reply too. "If we had im sure you'd remember" he added with a shrug, catching the glance of his father quickly. He was restless, already growing bored and uncomfortable with his parents glancing so often. Usually Matt didnt have much of a problem with these sort of events, though this one just seemed..pointless. In the end though, he spoke again, fiddling with the various rings on his fingers. "I'm Matt." Was all he added, happy to just let the girl figure out her own reply to his very vague words. Catering to a conversation was not something he was every bothered about.

Wyn tilted her head slightly as the man stared off over her shoulder, simply doing as she was trained to do. Flirt. Mingle. "My eyes are down here, you know." She answered, setting her glass of champagne down on the table behind her, then leaning back against it slightly. She offered him a light, forced smile at the comment. "Yes, I'm sure." She nodded, glancing over at the man he was making eye contact with. It took her a moment to place him in her mine- but there he was. Angelo Caruso, the very business partner her mother was obsessed with. Based on the tension from the man in front of her, and the facial resemblance, she was able to figure who he was. She let out an inaudible sigh through her nose, straightening. The man she was supposed to spend the night with was bland and destractible. Fun. Not to mention, by his not so subtle reputation, he was more than little bit of an asshole. "Caruso, right? I'm Elowyn Dicesare. I believe our parents are in the middle of a collaboration." She said, managing not to sound too bored.

Matt leant his had back for a couple of seconds, pinched the bridge of his nose and looked back down, leaning against the wall a little behind them. "You know what, that's lovely, lovely name but I do not care." He said, his words clear and quite simple. "And yes unfortunately for me they are working together." He added, standing up from leaning against the wall and shooting a smile at someone wandering past. He often wondered himself how he could be so nice to one stranger but an asshole to others. Matt opened his mouth to speak again though he was very much silenced by his father walking over, placing a hand on his shoulder. "How are we getting on?" He asked, the man's accent a hell of a lot stronger than his sons. Matt shrugged, looking over at Elowyn to answer that question for him. He quite frankly couldn't be bothered. His father looked at the girl with a smile, not leaving too much room for her to answer. "I hope you two get on, you know. You'll be seeing a lot more of each other after tonight." He spoke, and Matt let out an audible groan. That was all he needed.

Elowyn switched from the damsel like attitude to another quickly as he went on to be insulting. She raised her eyebrows at him coldly, crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her eyes at him. "Yes, well, I figured we were shoving useless information in each others faces, since you told me your name, Mark." She answered, surprised by the asshole behavior, but then again, not. She could be an asshole too, when she wanted to. "Ah, yes. Because the life of a privileged rich boy due to inherit a booming Italian business is just so miserable. You have to speak to people, women, and smile. Very hard." She mocked. "So unfortunate." She cooed sarcastically, smiling a little smugly as his father came up a few moments later. "As well as your son can manage." She shrugged lightly, offering him a kind smile. She raised her eyebrows in amusement, giving a nod and looking away to hide her smirk at his groan. If he thought She was terrible now, his life was going to get so much worse.

Matt raised his eyebrows with a somewhat amused smile, watching as Elowyn spoke. And spoke..and spoke. He sighed, staring at her until she had finally stopped talking- if that was possible. "That time of the month huh?" he said sarcastically, cocking his head to the side. "As lovely as this is listening to you rant on, i'm going. Try and keep your little temper in check though" He said, staring absentmindedly at the girl for another couple of seconds before pushing past his father, who just looked plain irritated with him. Obviously he had every right to, him and Matt had pretty much never gotten on. But it was still embarrassing. His father apologised to Elowyn briefly before joining someone else, glancing at Matt who was making his way outside. Most of these events that he had been dragged too weren't all that bad, but absolutely everyone inside seemed absolutely insufferable to him. Especially Elowyn. After he has gotten outside, he took his blazer off again and handed it to a driver, who had been told multiple times by his parents to simply just sit outside for hours, before leaning against the wall a little away from the vehicle. He was struggling more and more to keep it from being evident how much him and his father really didn't get on, at all.

"Mm. The time of the month where I have to deal with pricks, yes." Wyn stated blandly, narrowing her eyes at him. "Right. Try to keep that ugly personality in check." She answered, her tone as though she were simply giving him a casual goodbye. She waved a hand dismissively at the apology thrown her way. "Don't worry, Mr. Caruso. I've dealt with worse." She offered, dipping her head in a goodbye as he walked away. She started off boredly to the bar on the other side of the room; ordering one of the strongest drinks she could manage. If she had to deal with pricks all night, being drunk would help just a little. After, trying not to focus on the asshole interaction in her mind, she flirted with the bartender. He was young, attractive- which was good enough to distract her.

The next ten or so minutes were spent being as good as lectured by his mum. As much as he despised about everyhting she was saying, Matt knew how much this business collaboration meant to his parents, and how important it was becoming. Because of that he complied with her words, making his way back inside, following his mother to go and talk to a previous business partner. He had actually gotten on with their daughter unlike this next one, but mostly because she was, well..the same as him. Maybe gotten on was an understatement. He settled straight into speaking with her, finding it a lot easier to let up, much to the joy of his father. As they spoke he relaxed a little more, leaning against the wall in a corner by the bar, incredibly receiprocative to her various flirty touches, though he was still somewhat distracted. Elowyn wasnt far from them, and he knew his parents would be pissed if he didnt start even the smallest conversation with her, even only for the cameras. Still, he didnt bother. If she wanted to talk to him- which he hadnt let on much, she would have to make the effort. After all, Matt was busy.

Wyn only got slightly distracted when the prick came marching in, rolling her eyes when she noticed another girl, one she knew, fawning over him. Good on her, she supposed. Someone had to make sure he wasnt entirely an uptight ass. If it was up to her, she would avoid him like the plague for the rest of the night and find someone to entertain her. But unfortunately, it wasn't. One of them was going to have to approach the other to appease their parents, and while she didn't want to be the one to do it- she could always strip his current company, that he was enjoying, away. She set her drink down on the bar and chatted idly with the bartender for a few minutes while she calculated a plan of action. She finished her drink and made her way over smoothly. She settled her hand lightly on the back of Matt's arm, offering the woman across from him, Jane, a smile. "I'm so sorry about this, but I'm afraid I'll need to steal him for a second. It shouldn't be long." She said lightly, not once looking up at Matt.