Eugene was starting to suspect this was a bad idea. How he'd let Helga talk him into this was beyond him, but with both of his younger sisters in attendance and his name being all over town lately, she'd made it seem like such a wonderful thing to attend. What she had neglected to tell him was that the whole thing was pretty much a matchmaking scandal waiting to happen.

The Fuck.

Now he was all dressed up at a dinner he was scarcely prepared to field, but at least Helga was at his table. He could glare at her easily that way without having to hurt his neck. She however, was in her element, among her friends and society. Fortunately there were a few people around he knew, a co-worker or two as well. At least he was safe. Eugene was a pretty social person, but he kind of felt a little young and out of place to be here. He wasn't financially stable enough to even think about getting married or anything. Not that he'd even met someone!

He was solely here to keep an eye on his sisters, that was what he kept telling himself. Well, really it was to keep an eye on Helga, Marlena was perfectly self-sufficient. Thank Merlin. Somehow he'd lost Helga again and on his search through the crowd, he, like a neanderthal, had managed to step on the train of some poor girl's dress in the process. At least the voice that greeted him was a familiar one. "Miss Flint, we keep managing to run into one another in the most unexpected of ways." Last time of course had been in his own house, but that was neither here nor there really. "Having a nice evening?" He asked as he carefully extricated his foot from her dress.