Ryan surveyed the crowd around him. Beautiful women. Great looking guys. Impossibly rich, most of them. He was aware that a good section of this crowd probably also wore their spandex costumes beneath their elegant finery, or they were wearing something created out of unstable molecules that could suddenly switch from elegant to practical.

For his part, Ryan carried in his hand a strawberry nojito and looked - if he thought so himself - quite stunning in his casually undone tuxedo.

"How's it feel, dipping ye old toe back into the social whirlpool?"