Alexis tilted her head as Ivy approached. Her posture calm and collected, her green eyes appraising the older witch thoughtfully. "The rumors don't do you justice, Miss Ivy." The red head replied respectfully, her face cracking in a friendly smile. "My name is Alexis Cheshire." She curtsied as the lie rolled off her tongue easily. It would be better to lie about her surname and keep herself under the radar as much as possible. She needed to blend in and figure out a way to heard Ivy somewhere private where they could talk. 

She sipped the rest of her champagne, her green eyes never leaving Ivys. "I must say it is a surprise to see you here. I figure you would go for the more wild parties." She winked at the brunette and giggled holding her champagne glass. Upon closer inspection of Alexis one could notice that she was thinner than the average person. Almost anorexic looking, as though she was diseased. Her skin looked as though it were made of porcelain rather than flesh. In a way she could also pass for a clay doll, but that theory was automatically disproved because of her heart beat, as faded as it was. A very peculiar underground person indeed. The red head felt a little bad that she was lying through her teeth, and breaking all sorts of rules regulated by both worlds, but desperate times called for desperate measures. 

And she was running out of time a lot quicker than she liked.