[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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"[color=3333FF]Thanks[/color]" he told Claire with a smile, and nodded to Cass with a grin. "[color=3333FF]It's not a usual thing for me but, might as well make it a night.[/color]" he said to them. He grabbed his drink. And then a few things shifted in the atmosphere of the party that he got immediately wary about. Claire downing her drink and Murphy muttering, and then Cass talking to herself worryingly. Desh he didn't even look at, and suddenly he felt on the spot in a lot of ways. 

Alcander wasn't entirely sure what was going on. He raised his brows and looked at Claire curiously as she downed her drink. Was she about to go perform again or was she mad at him? [i]I couldn't keep her on my lap if I was going to go sing[/i], he told himself. No, that couldn't be what was wrong, it didn't make sense. Maybe he put her down too hard? He had no other friends to talk to so he could slowly disappear so he decided to act like he was neutral to what was occurring, as if he didn't notice and thought Claire was going to sing again. [i]Which she might[/i], he told himself. Maybe he was worrying too much.