Ace Draven

Ace particularly didn't like going to his father's grand events and avoided most of them but he regretted his decision of attending this one. He shouldn't be here, it's just because he was bored of the girls from college and wanted to find someone new. He sat on a chair around a corner and had a glass of expensive whiskey in his hand and had a bored look on his face. It had been more than two hours that he sat there and saw people chat around, all of them so posh and bratty. He had lost hope of finding some girl for spending the night, because all he saw were old people, with white hair. And boy, he had standard, quite high to be exact. He looked up after downing his glass in one go, and his eyes flicked around the open courtyard and his lips parted when he saw someone, someone...familiar but distant. He didn't know who it was, but damn...he swallowed and looked at his empty glass and straightened his all back suit jacket and sighed.