[center][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/22901/posts/ooc?page=1#post-641728]Sirenia St. Claire[/url][/center]
A handsome stranger nearly collided into the metal songstress but the gentleman quickly corrected the near accident before things took a turn for the worse. She had almost kissed the ground twice this charity due to similar instances but fortunately she did not mind or make a dramatic scene like most snotty celebrities would. If she could make it home without almost twisting an ankle in a misstep at least once wearing these platforms, only then would she believe in miracles. It was normal to see women accidentally stumbling in heels this high at modeling events but she had not landed on her backside in years. She had worn worse shoes than this during alternative modeling sessions, ones so restricting and completely vertical like a ballet dancer en pointe. Foot aches are a normal occurrence that she learned to deal with a while ago. [i]The things women do to look a certain way[/i] she painfully thought.

[b]“Why thank you kind Sir.”[/b] She responded when Lucas pulled the chair out. After sitting both hands were placed on her latex lap delicately. She upheld an air of elegance even amidst the fiery two-toned hair and bold appearance. Instead of her signature blackened eye shadow, a softer shade for this event was applied in a silvery smokey effect. Regardless, most would think the web-starlet wore too much anyway. 

She slightly leaned toward Lucas as he talked and crossed her leg toward him, clearly interested in what he had to say. A slight smirk remained on her rose red stained lips as he confessed his reasons for being here. The hockey player did not shoot her a bullshit premeditated reply but was honest and she appreciated it. Even amongst other celebrities hardly anyone acted like themselves, and even Sirenia put on a show every now and again. 

[b]“Well, I usually take a long bath after these sorts of gigs and drink champagne but alas, I was invited to an after party by Frank Mullen of Suffocation. There will be beer, among other things, and the atmosphere is much more welcoming than here. There are no paparazzi and the most exhilarating part is that everything is free—if you show up with the right person of course. I would invite you, but you already seem to have plans.”[/b] Her hand could be seen rotating the glass holding what little vodka remained while she nearly pouted in disappointment.[b] “A shame really, I would have loved a reason to escape early and go somewhere else—or not.”[/b] She shrugged her shoulders wearing an impish smirk leaving an invitation and the decision up to him. A woman like her always had a backup plan when throwing all her cards on the table, and dare not risk looking like a complete fool if rejected. Even though her words were cryptic she really did want to get to know him better but there were many things she desired, which were out of reach.