Alex isn't quite sure why she's here, she hates parties and large groups of people. The only reasons was here was because her manager thought this would be a good opportunity to meet some other musicians and try to set up some sort of gig together. She was only the pawn for him anyway. His ultimate goal was to extort her, but that was fine with her. She wasn't compiling for the fame or the money, but to find her brothers.

But this party... or celebration of... who was it? Johnathan something? Steel? Yeah thats it. But something about the gathering of dozens of sweaty bodies dancing to horrible electronic and pop music irks her. Usually she would stick to the walls, making sure she was unsolicited against by drunks, flirts and awkward offers. But this time, her feet hurt and it seemed like the only place to sit was by a man who looked like he was increasingly uncomfortable. Brown hair and quite casual for this occasion. Although she was wearing jeans, however, she was wearing a nice grey button up. [color=003471]Should I go lighten the mood? He looks lonely[/color], she thought. 

She though of all the things she could say. She decided on a simple approach. She walked across the floor, maneuvering through the throngs of drunkards and shaggers. Upon reaching the table she plopped down onto a chair and swung her feet up onto another. In a thick Irish accent she tries to spark a conversation [color=003471]"Hey there lad. You look a bit downtrodden."[/color][@LetMeDoStuff]