[h1][b][i][color=3333FF][center]Alcander Mires[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=3333FF]Location:[/color] Hotel Shikta
[color=3333FF]Interacting with:[/color] [@Lady Amalthea][@Charnobylisk]
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Alcander gave a nod to Claire as she made her way onto the stage, and was subsequently blown away by a performance he had not expected in the slightest. Her voice carried it perfectly, and after considering, it made sense that Murphy's would be able to hit those deeper notes better than the last choice of song. He quite liked this song too, even if some people would say it was a bit too 'high school'. His brows raised when Claire's hand cupped his chin, and he was glad at least that he could stave off some embarrassment by being less effected than Desh obviously was. This hotel owner needed therapy and a cold shower. 

It was then Cass' turn again, and Alcander almost wanted to yell at Murph to get off the stage jokingly. He wasn't usually that kind of guy, but sitting here, with his shirt open and chest exposed, holding a drink and watching two lovely ladies shaking their stuff. If his friends back home could see him, he really expected them to joke that he was a secret pimp while no one was looking. In fact it had him stifling a laugh, and being unable to hide his grin. Still, Cass stroking his face next got his blood running a bit too quickly than he had expected. He felt like Claire softened him up and Cass yanked him right into nearly blushing. He did his best to remain casual though. He felt a lot more casual too, after talking himself down. [i]Ok calm down. You're going to go back to the hotel, and read before you hit the hay like every night. This a one time experience like every fuckin' party you've been to.[/i]

When it was over, he felt a whole lot more comfortable, even if his mind still had a few key hip swinging images in his mind. He felt a bit out of place though. He lived life by theory a lot, but he didn't quite go up on stage for any event. Maybe if some real shit went down, he'd actually go and do something. He was always ready to pursue what he wanted, and to not take bullshit. [i]Fuck mediocrity[/i]. But a lot of the time, his interests didn't fit well into social events. He had no idea how to dance. Back in reality, he took another swig of his drink and gave the girls congrats on how well they did. "[color=3333FF]Nice pipes[/color]!" he called to Murphy, holding up his drink.