[center][color=D5FF00][i][h1]Mali Anson[/h1][/i][/color][hr][b]Location:[/b] Queensguard
[b]Skills:[/b]N/A
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That wasn't the answer she'd been expecting from Wentworth, but then again, he was talking about his son. From the description she'd gotten from Zoie and Relic, and her own prejudices she'd been under the impression that he had hated Ronnie, but quite the opposite seemed to be the case. Now that she thought about it again, perhaps her question had been to personal for him, and he just picked an answer that was vague enough for her to not pursue that line of questions and further. They had only been talking a short while after all. Even so, she felt like she had a better grasp on who he was as a person than either of her fellow party guests. They seemed to only see the surface level asshole, but if what she was sensing was there, behind that was a far more interesting, complex person.

[color=D5FF00]"Yeah, that took quite a while,"[/color] Mali agreed, idly swirling her drink around the glass. [color=D5FF00]"Did one of you trip and fall into a toilet or something?"[/color] Immediately as the words left her mouth, she realized how poorly they fit into the context of 'hanging out at a high class party,' but she kept going, not letting the potential faux pas slip her up. She figured that neither Relic nor Zoie would desire to stick around the guy for much longer, so she needed to wrap up the conversation quickly.

[color=D5FF00]"Regardless, it was nice talking with you, Wentworth. Would there be any way for me to get in touch with you later down the line?"[/color] Knowing how Zoie and Relic seemed to think of the guy, Mali figured that particular statement would come right out of the left field for them, so she kept them in her peripheral vision. She wanted to see how exactly they'd react. She still had no clue what she would do with such information, but she doubted she'd get anything from him otherwise. Potential hidden character depth aside, the man didn't seem like he was the thoughtful, giving type. And even now, she was pretty sure he'd turn her down, but dwelling on the chances of failure was not how you progressed in anything.