<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/oWIKkRA.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Alex Carson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14271516#msg14271516)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> A surprisingly acoustic room adjacent to the main hall<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Early<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> White lace dress (https://d2fzf9bbqh0om5.cloudfront.net/images/268541/main/plunging_floral_lace_dress_re8111_dresses_6.jpg?1439876919) with black mask (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/fb/7b/a8/fb7ba84636ccf789d44b88d9bfdd3b8d.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sam, Head, open<br/></span><hr/><br/>She had no desire whatsoever to part with Sam - not now, maybe not for the entirety of the night - and it was just like her to change her mind so early on. Alex wasn't entirely sure if it was a genuine desire for the blond tattoo artist to stay with her girlfriend, or if she hadn't found something more exciting yet; her mind was a fickle one, and Alex had learned to grudgingly accept it. There were so many beautiful sides to Sam, addictive sides, traits that she couldn't imagine ever wanting to do without. Having to share her every now and then was a small price to pay.<br/><br/>"I wonder how many rooms there are in this place. I bet you could get lost in it. Imagine that, spending the entire night trying to find the exit. Do you think they have themed bedrooms, you know, like in those fancy hotels?"<br/><br/>It was a quick jumping from one subject to the other, and the somewhat disjointed conversation showed that Alex was still a little ill at ease. It was probably why she was so keen on seeking out the piano once she'd spotted it in the tall room that they discovered once they'd abandoned the Foyer. Alex wondered if they should have greeted the hostess; she barely knew her, although she was a little closer with her daughter, in that they had met at a party  a few times over. Alex could only suspect that to be the reason she was invited to this fancy masquerade, although she still felt like a fish out of water. But, she thought, as she touched the smooth polished cover of the piano, perhaps that could change.<br/><br/>The interruption of someone trying to get past tore Alex from her admiring studying of the grand piano. It took her a moment to realise the stranger wasn't trying to move past the piano though, and seemed keen on seating himself behind it. It sparked something in Alex' eyes and she watched him curiously. At first she wondered if he was part of the people who were working tonight; a professional pianist to entertain the guests. But none of the waiters or valets had been wearing masks, and he was wearing a detailed, though difficult to place one.<br/><br/>"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, stammering slightly as she carefully took two steps back. Her hand, resting against Sam's hip, tightened a little around her, but Alex couldn't help but be interested in this. Music was her love, her<em>life</em>, and to have made it her profession was beyond a dream come true. It was no wonder that she would be more than a little intrigued to find a kindred soul, and she tilted her head slightly, watching the stranger from behind her little mask.<br/><br/>"You play?" she inquired, a little redundantly perhaps. "What do you play, exactly?" She sounded a little eager there, and she could practically hear Sam roll her eyes. Alex had never been a flirt, even if Sam would probably laugh if she ever said that out loud.