Francis Bonnefoy is a wealthy New York man. Born into his riches, Francis spends his days lounging with his two close friends Gilbert and Antonio. He enjoys golf and parties just as any rich man would. Going to parties often, he has gained a tolerance of alcohol and rarely gets drunk. Choosing to keep his reputation clean as a surgery room he tries to avoid the spotlight now and doesn't socialize much outside of the parties. Charming ladys and men alike has always gotten this man anything he could desire.

Ivan Brakansik, an up and coming wallstreet man. Still learning how to accommodate with his newfound wealth and not having many friends , Ivan spends most of his time reading. He wants to be as important as his idols, but lacks the confidence to make much out of himself. Handsome and intelligent Ivan has always believed that he deserves more than what was given to himself. He has enormous dream and will not let anything get in his way.

A CEO decided to throw a party inviting everyone he knew. Through a strange string of events both men were presented with an invite to this party. Ivan was hesitant to go. What if he embarrasses himself, but yet, this was a great opportunity to make new friends. Something of which the russian ancestry wanted desperately, besides he was certain it would be a small party. Francis was wary to go to the party. It would probably be boring and he'd have to meet with people of which he did not wish to speak to. Nevertheless he made up his mind to go. His friends would be there and he hadn't been to a good part in some time.

The party, as Francis expected, was full of wealthy people of which many he knew. Ivan on the other hand knew no one. He spent his time wandering around and trying to make friends. To his distaste, Ivan was only able to attract vultures disguised as men trying to steal and scam him. Running off from one of these disgusting vermin, he bumped in a bouncing blonde and fell to the floor. He immediately spit out apologies to the man, becoming flushed with embarrassed. Turning around, Francis became face to face with Ivan, still on the floor. Extending an arm to him Francis smiled "It's okay my dear, here get up get up. What are you so worried about?" he said happily helping the man off the floor.

Standing up Ivan smiled "Thank you sir. I'm just a bit frazzled at the moment" he explained

"I understand. Here have a drink" Francis smiled handing him a wine glass. Ivan took the glass willingly. He wasn't used to drinking, but didn't want to disappoint a potential friend. He drank the bitter liquid and scrunched up his face as it hit his taste buds. "Not a fan of wine are are?" Francis asked amused at the other man's actions.

"I'm not partial to alcohol." Ivan admitted quietly

"You'll have to speak up dear." Francis said "The music is too loud"

"I don't drink often." Ivan shouted over the music

"Ah, I see darling. In that case I apologize."

"Thank you." Ivan said not understanding the man, but since he was the most polite one he had met so far he decided to stick around. Francis smiled at Ivan amused by his actions. He had never met someone so awkward and raw. He decided then to spend the remainder of the party with him.

Leaving his friends Francis took Ivan with him as they drank and explored the party. Every once in awhile they would run into someone Francis knew and had to stop their activities for a brief conversation. Ivan was then left feeling awkward and alone while he waited for Francis to finish his conversation. Francis stayed loyal and would always return his attention to Ivan after each interruption. Once every few meetings a person would ask about Ivan. To this Francis would pull the man over and begin chirping about his new found companion.

During one of these moments Francis used the word "friend". This warmed Ivan up and made him smile sheepishly as he looked at the ground. He was Francis's friend. He had a friend. Ivan was beyond happiness. He was ecstatic to hear those words leave the man's mouth. When they left the other man and were finally alone Ivan spoke up "Am I really your friend?" he asked hopefully.

"Of course you are. Why would say so if it weren't true."

"I don't know. I just. I haven't had much company since i've moved here." Ivan admitted sheepishly

Francis gave a charismatic smile nodding "well no fear, I'm more than happy to call you my friend." and with that he grabbed the other's hand, pulling him away again. They went throughout the rest of the night drinking and laughing with each other. Ivan never once leaving Francis's side.

By the end of the night both men were thoroughly drunk hanging off each other and being much more friendly than needed or usual. They hugged and kissed each others cheeks, each telling the other how amazing and beautiful they were. The two men were quick friends and, with much persuasion from Francis, exchanged numbers. They parted ways, Ivan slightly saddened waved farewell to his newfound friend. Both went to their respectable homes and set the numbers they had gotten by their telephone.

In fear of bothering his new friend Ivan had no intention on calling the other, but Francis planned on learning everything he could about the other man and had made sure he had the phone number to call the next day. Pajamas on, both men went to bed dreaming of the other and a friendship soon to grow.