[center][h1]Ren White[/h1][/center]
[center][h2]City Hall[/h2][/center]
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The sound of music and chatter was getting louder by the hour. The group Ren had somehow ended up becoming a part of had moved inside the warmth of City Hall. He had gotten his wish for alcohol fulfilled, and was feeling pretty nice and fuzzy now - the voices in his head muffled. Marinalia [@PrinceAlexus] seemed to take a liking to him, throwing both hugs and kisses his way. Ren didn't know how to respond at first. He hoped she didn't get the wrong idea about the two of them being anything other than friends. [color=gray][i]Friends, huh. Somehow I made a... Friend, I think?[/i][/color] The recite with her phone number still tucked inside his pocket made him smile a little. 

An urge to move hit him, and Ren stood up. [color=lightsteelblue]"Hey listen, don't you think we should dance a bit? We should, right? It's a party after all, it would practically be rude [b]not[/b] to. Right?"[/color] Grabbing Siobhan [@Almalthia] and Ashton [@Silver Fox] by the hands, Ren led the way to the dance floor. Pushing and shuffling through the crowd, Ren's eyes landed on a grand piano in a corner, probably placed there for decorative reasons only. How long had it been since he had played last? As a child he was taught regularily, and he'd continue to practise by himself until the time he moved away from home. He steared the trio in direction of the piano instead. The piano bench was wide enough for three people to fit, and Ren sat down in the middle. Stroking his fingers along the smooth keys, a smile spread on his lips. He started to play a christmas tune, careful and slow at first, tentatively placing his fingers in the right places. Eventually his hands remembered where he should put them, and he quickened the pace of the song, humming softly along. He would never have imagined, even in his wildest dreams, that he'd be playing the piano in front of so many people. He'd always despised being forced to learn it by his father, who claiemd that a true gentleman needed to learn the art of music. But somehow, in the middle of being in a new town surrounded by strangers it felt oddly familiar and calming to just say fuck it and let the music sway him away. Not that the piano was likely to be heard over the music played over the speakers by many, except the people in the nearest area perhaps. [color=lightsteelblue]"Any song requests? I know quite a lote by heart to tell the truth. It's amazing what you have time to learn when you don't socialize on a general basis."[/color] He chuckled at his poor attempt at a joke as he kept on playing.