[color=lightsteelblue][center][h3]Niall[/h3][/center][/color]
Niall's massive frame quaked with good natured laughter as he watched his friends move about the room. Especially Kiara who seemed fascinated with his whiskey. "[color=lightsteelblue]Easy on the whiskey there love. It's a wee bit stronger than elven wine.[/color]" He rumbled to the faerie. She was wild and raucous, seeking out the party like a life line. It wasn't hard to tell that she was of the dark court. He inhaled deeply, his mouth slightly open as he looked around at all of the people here. It was Laurel though that caught his eye, she was regal in the utmost of the word. She was not wild as most were, she was eerily silent. He turned his eyes away from her when someone spoke his name. 

"[color=lightsteelblue]Aye, Laurel dear, can you throw me a bottle of water.[/color]" He nodded at the man who was here with the dragon, the haughty dragon who had both insulted Laurel and her mother. Niall wasn't one to face off with anyone other than his packmates and other Lycans. The only person who had sway over Niall was his father. Laurel seemed to disappear as she moved across the room to the bar. She was nearly invisible even to his keen eyes. Her dark hair settled around her as she leaned down to get a bottle from the fridge under the bar. She tossed the bottle across to him without looking as she scanned through the other items in the fridge, settling on a small bottle of sprite that he had in there for mixed drinks. 

Niall turned away from her to hand the bottle to Anderson, "[color=lightsteelblue]What do you need help with getting off?[/color]" Though he was quite curious as to why anyone would put on anything that they could not get on and off by themselves the large male did not comment otherwise. It seemed rather silly if he was being honest but his face belied nothing. He kept a straight face with a small grin that was more like bared teeth. It was just the manner in which his facial expressions occurred rather than something that was intentionally done. He ran a hand through his hair, when he went to look back at Laurel she had disappeared and made her way back to the counter. He looked across the small space at the faerie and the Splice who was with her, "[color=lightsteelblue]Aye, I've not yet introduced myself. I am Niall Collins, eldest son of Vincent and Emelia Collins, Alpha Pair to the North American Pack.[/color]" He wasn't one for shaking hands, it just wound up starting a fight among Lycans so it had become a habit to not do so.