[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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Alc grinned at Murphy, and shifted in his seat before he rested his head back a bit. Well at least things were settling down. Of course, it wasn't to be when he felt a weight fall on his lap, and he blinked. [i]Oh is this what we're doing?[/i] he thought to himself. He felt nice physically but a bit less so in his head. [color=fff79a]"Sorry Mate, not sitting there, and I ain't sitting in me brothers lap."[/color] she told him, and seconds later she gave another question. "[color=fff79a]So, you gonna do a song? Or you more of a watcher?[/color]" He regarded her, entirely sure that he was more of a watcher. But he needed a way to get out of this predicament as well. "[color=3333FF]I know I'm the best seat in the house, but this is for paying customers lass.[/color]" he told her, scooping her up by her legs and setting her on the chair he was just sitting, making sure to hold her against his bare chest a moment before setting her down. He gave a wink Cass' way as well. Alcander might be uncomfortable at such events, but being an introvert, he knew how to act to keep people unbeknownst to that fact. Flirting with either or both, but staying at arm's length. Just another party back in Tampa, it felt like. 

He spun around and headed up onto the stage. "[color=3333FF]As for your question, generally I just like watching. But I've had a few drinks in me so why not.[/color]" he said. Halfway up stage, his leg shot out, and he kicked it sideways, using the momentum to spin and turn back to those watching. He headed back down. "[color=3333FF]Speaking of which[/color]," he told them, grabbed his drink and downed the last of it. "[color=3333FF]Jesus fuck, can't believe...[/color]" he breathed, hopefully quiet enough only for him to hear. He was actually going to perform here, wasn't he? [i]Well, if you're going to do it, then do one you enjoy and not one to cater.[/i]

He checked the song list. He'd try something more modern than what he was often used to. Classical music or stuff with his flute was a no go here, but... [i]this might work[/i]. He chose the [url=acoustic version]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9APO-2pCyk[/url], and set it going. As soon as the guitar began playing, Alcander felt like he was in another world. The young man felt a surge of strength moving up his spine and through the back of his head to the fore, and suddenly he began singing. "[color=3333FF]I'm looking at you through the glass, don't know how much time has passed...[/color]" 

He sang the entire song with his eyes closed, looking very close to a 90's grunge star with his open shirt and wavy hair. He wasn't perfect like on the radio, but he did fairly well unbeknownst to himself. His often mellow and soothing voice carrying well with the tone of the song. He didn't right know, and didn't care [i]too[/i] much, he told himself. By the end of it, he ran a hand through his hair and opened his eyes, before biting his tongue and heading back over to an empty seat. He lefted his right leg and placed his right foot on his left knee casually, to keep anyone else off his lap.