[code]Name: Jax
Affiliation: Ionia, and by proxy Demacia. Though, loosely.
Location: Ball Room, right in front of a couple of guys.
Tagging: [@Holy Soldier]
Mentioned: Jarvan the 4th, Garen Crownguard[/code]

Pushing and shoving had proven to be the most dominant strategy for passing through the crowd, though he'd knocked a few hats off of a couple ugly women who were wearing dresses too tight for their weight. In their huff they gave pause when they realized who had pushed them aside, a hush washed over them and they resigned. Weaving and shoving, more weaving and shoving. Would he ever find what he was looking for? 

Just when he was about to give up hope, his eye caught glimpse of the most beautiful thing.

A bottle, glorious and red. Adorned with ornate golden vines and leaves, a royal Demacian wine if ever he laid eyes on one. For a moment he spoke in foreign tongue. Though roughly translated to, "Be-still my heart." In that moment he fanned at his face (despite it being behind a helmet) and rushed towards the table. Hoping to save face at the final moments, however, he slowed his pace and casually walked towards the table. Without bothering to ask or even seek out a glass, he snatched it from the table. 

Popping the cork with his thumb, he upturned the bottle and placed the neck through a hole in his helmet. He turned his whole head backwards and began to pour the burning liquid down his throat. It was a fantastic five or so seconds before he realized whose bottle of wine he had just stolen from right in front of him. 

Literally the bottle that had been brought in to replace the one that had been unsealed for the Demacian royal himself. 

In that silent moment he stood there, letting the wine pour into his mouth. Slowly turning his head and the bottle back down to stop the flow. His eyes behind his helmet showed signs of awe that none would ever see. 

It was at this moment that Jax knew, he fucked up.