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[Color=gold][b]Time:[/b][/color] Sunset
[Color=gold][b]Location:[/b][/color] Art Exhibition, Ember Grove University
[Color=gold][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] [@Milkman] Finn (mentioned)

Alexander learned and realized quickly that the "intellectuals" of today were very different than those he had graced his presence with a few decades ago. Back then, it wasn't art paintings, but the conducting of a symphony orchestra. All in attendance were well dressed and quiet at that time. Here and now, the guests appeared as uniquely misfitted youngster with a sprinkle of old folk trying to maintain the appropriate image for these sorts of gatherings The old vampire already knew which event he would favor whenever he chose to look back on them. Still, this exhibition meant much to Alexander. Validation of his skill and graduation from a hobby. 

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Drake?" It was a question asked by a man that appeared to be in his forties. A hint of grey in his black slicked-back hair. He wore a black blazer over a clean white shirt. Alexander failed to smile right away but upturned his lips the moment he spoke.

[Color=gold]"Yes, I am Mr. Drake. Are you finding the presentation to your liking?"[/color] Damien greeted. The man that appeared more like a vampire than himself nodded enthusiastically with a paper cup of wine in his hand. 

"It's nice."

[Color=gold]"Nice?"[/color] Alexander took a slight offense to the comment. His inquiry was sharp and swift. His smile was long gone. The man chuckled at the reaction.

"Don't bite my head off. It's actually stunning. Where did you get your models? They gave you so much to work with and you captured their emotion so well!" The man looked to the portrait of Shay Knight. "'A Sliver of Beauty Found...' I see more than a sliver in this one." It was at that moment that a young blonde man stepped into the exhibition. Alexander wasn't sure if it was the look of him or the smell of him that bothered him more. Alexander's two bodyguards that stood as still as statues within the exhibition's main room had their eyes on the werewolf but only watched. Alexander didn't favor having such a guest, but it seemed he wouldn't have to deal with him much.

[Color=gold]"You sound like you want to take her home with you… but allow me to show you some of my other pieces within the other sections. I'd hate to take her down so soon."[/color] Alexander grinned as he led the gentleman to one of the sections connected to the main room. Within the section was a painting of a mother holding her child tightly with a blazing inferno surrounding her. This painting was a favorite of his. The woman had actually been trying to keep her child warm from the freezing cold in a temperature-controlled room. The flames were featured perfectly. [Color=gold][i]It might have been what she wished was there.[/i][/color] A genuine smile graced Alexander's face.