A fancy bottle and an empty wine glass sat atop the piano. The piano was supposed to distract Dorian from the elegant lady in the blue dress but the more he played the more he drank. As the festivities carried on below his thoughts, influenced by wine, were drawn to those sparking eyes, trapt in those luscious dark locks draping around her neck and yearning for the taste of those soft lips.

Had she noticed his stare or given him one of those painfully playful gazes, he would not shy away like so many times before. His eyes challenge hers, his dark gaze daring and taunting. The corner of his lips creep into the slightest of smiles as he ends his musical masterpiece and vanishes with a slight nod.

His steps, slow, echo down the hallway, then stop.
The large doors expectantly creek on cue as he opens them up, but the accompanying sound of closure does not follow.
It had never been left open, one sound [i]always[/i] accompanied the other. [@CandiBarr]