Alex let her body be taken by the Latin beat she was listening to. Moving with the rhythm, she slide her hips back and forward enticingly wanting to close her mind to everything except the music. She raised her arms into air, closed her eyes, and rolled those curvy hips letting her shoulders follow. The heavy bongo drums beat at her through the ear buds.<br/>She was drawn out of what she called her music zone, where she tunes every but music, by a touch on her shoulder. Alex spun around ready for a fight, going immediately for her blade. She stops just shy of pulling it from it's hidden sheath, when she see that if is a lovely woman standing there. Alex tried to make it look causal that she was moving her hand away from her weapon.<br/>"Sorry, It's been a bad day," a grin slowly starting on Alex's lips as she tells the woman standing before her, "Love the pink boots."