Feeling fortunate that his father was just as large as himself, Brian selected to wear an outfit that his ambassador father had worn on several occasions to legitimate balls. However excited Britannic was to attend this particular party, he found it rather frivolous. He was here for the people, not the atmosphere, however. From beneath his mask, he peered around the tables, the dance floor, then the sections of couches. He knew many in attendance, and everyone seemed to be having a great time already. One person, whom he knew fairly well, was all by her lonesome, however. Sitting on a couch and resembling a creamy cupcake sat Wren Zhang, her puffy dress spread out around her. He couldn't resist giving her a ribbing or at least some company. "You look sweeter than anything at the desert bar." He remarked in greeting as he rounded the end of the couch. There was a tree above them, shading their eyes from the blinking, roving lights. "Are you hiding from someone, love?"