<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c6/1b/3f/c61b3fe97aa7f9c75857e44abc69e253.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Henry Carrington<br/><strong>Location:</strong>End of the bar<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Early <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown, plus an ebony Phantom of the Opera styled mask<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open and observing<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> Drink in hand, quiet, eyes sweeping over the gathering throng of beauty, decadence and wealth with an appraising eye<br/></span><hr/><br/>Henry slipped into the entrance of the party, not the sort to make a grand entrance or even one that he desired to be noticed.  Not the sort to inherently enjoy shallow or perfunctory small talk or words and gestures empty of meaning but offered and shared in abundance despite their lack of any actual meaning, his manner that evening also fit his costume, or at least the mask that served as such.  The black Phantom styled mask was one designed about a character who moved with deft mystery about him and there was a bit of fun in feeling the power that such a trait might bring to a man, to anyone really.  He would be certain to generously thank the hostesses, if and when the opportunity presented itself, but rather than take up their time up and get in the way of their her duties at the door, he would do so later and more sincerely than most.<br/><br/>One eye clothed in the quiet mystery of his mask, and dressed not quite in a costume, but having chosen a suit and accessories that he felt fit the essence of the character from Phantom, sans cape of course, that eye and its matching uncovered one swept appreciatively over the gathering and collection of people, or personas, styles and pairings.  A large man at nearly 6’4” and with a strong and athletic build, he could hardly hide in plain sight, nor did he desire to do so.  Rather, always the sportsman, Henry took in the entirety of the field of play, so to speak, even as he slowly sipped on his favored brand of Canadian whiskey, smooth and warm to the tongue and taste, he enjoyed the revelry, the feeling out of people new to each other and the pairs that were clearly known to each other and clinging together either in perpetuity for the time of the party, or simply beginning with a perch next to a familiar face and body before finding another to share their company and time with.<br/><br/>His eyes fixed for more than a moment on a ravishing pair, a brunette with an air or brassy and outrageous beauty about her, and a buxom, honey haired blonde with a sun kissed smile as delightful as her figure was delectable.  They seemed to be heading towards the bar, but not necessarily towards him, and even though the night was young, there were some who arrived with wildness in their eyes.  An irregular attendee of parties like this, Henry was still certain that this soiree would prove to be one of the more incredible nights and places his family’s wealth privileged him to be.  His lips were not absent a smile as he sruveyed the room, though it was a curious one that matched his inherent curiosity in all that the party already had to offer and observe.<br/><br/>