Outside of the entrance to the ballroom, stood Derek wearing a rather classy, looking down at two objects that were being held by each of his hands. In his left hand was his masquerade mask, reminding him of why he was there in the first place.<br/><br/>Being as wealthy as Derek was, he was always under the spotlight, and got in trouble with the media a lot due to the many risky situations he put himself in so that he could get a nice adrenaline rush. It never bothered him that most of his life was known to the public, but it didn't hurt to know that he could satisfy his desires without anyone ever knowing, especially the ones of the sexual nature. His mask was always a reminder of the many nights he spent over the years coming back to the Masquerade club. Each night seeming to be the same exact way, filled with drugs, alcohol, and the face of a different female in his bed when he woke up the next morning, sometimes more than one. The nights never got old though, which was the main reason he had become a regular at the place. They were the nights that he felt most alive.<br/><br/>Derek's eyes shifted over to his other hand, looking at a bottle of E he had brought with him. He was debating whether or not he should start the night by taking one. They always made the experience that much better, even if he did know the consequences of taking too much. "Nah... I want to at least see the girl's face first before I forget it." Derek said to himself, placing the small bottle in his pocket to be used later.<br/><br/>The 28 year old man placed his mask over his face, and opened the door, walking into the ballroom. His eyes scanned the room, although there wasn't much to scan considering how few people had shown up so far. {{What time is it?}} Derek thought, taking a peak at his watch as it read 8:05. A sigh came from him as he never liked to be there too early, preferring to arrive in the middle of the action. If he had realized how early it was he probably would've stayed in his room a bit longer.<br/><br/>It wasn't too bad, though. He knew 2 out of the three people there, with not much interest in getting to know the last one considering the fact that he was a guy. It wasn't like he didn't have male friends, but whenever he was there, his main focus was on the women. However, before Derek was going to converse with anyone, he was going to get a drink first. He'd need a little something to past the time as he waited for things to pick up. Plus, he knew it was best if he left the supervisor alone when she was with a new client, knowing that if he embarrased her and sent the new guy away, he'd never hear the end of it. Kat, on the other hand, was looking a lot more approachable. Once he finished his drink he'd probably go over to her if nobody else did. First he had to order it.<br/><br/>"Johnnie Walker..." He started to say when he realized who was behind the bar. "... Black Label." Derek finally finished as he couldn't help but check out Sasha as she was mixing herself a drink. She was another on of the beauties in the place, and it was part of the reason he hung out by the bar whenever he wasn't with one of the other ladies in the club. It honestly didn't bother him that he overtipped almost every time. With her looks, she deserved it. "So how're you doing back there tonight, Gorgeous." He complimented with a playful smile shortly after ordering his drink. There was never a specific time for him to start chatting up a pretty girl.