<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sarah Levitz<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Embarkation Agent<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 2 | 9:30 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Grand Foyer<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Purple Polka Dot Dress<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nicholas, Open<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>None Yet<hr/><br/>Sarah didn't see the man until it was almost too late, but he did an admirable job of dodging her hair. It was a doubly neat trick how he managed to grab a drink from a passing waiter without missing so much as a beat. "Oh, thanks," she replied as she heard the compliment. "I'm really just an amateur at this kind of stuff." She cocked her head for a moment. She thought she had seen him a few times before and was suddenly occupied in trying to place exactly where.<br/><br/>But he was offering advice and drinks - and she figured refusing would be impolite. Grabbing the drink from his hands with another quick, "Thanks, I think I might" accidentally or maybe not so accidentally brushing his fingertips, she accepted the glass and toasted, "To hot nights..." then taking a sip of the tequila and grimaced slightly as it went down. Looking back up at the man and noting the well toned muscles, she continued on with the dancing. Or flailing. It was mostly dancing. "I... uh... I think we've might have met before. I'm Sarah." She gave as bright a smile as she could as she kept  swaying to the beat hoping that her feet weren't getting in her, or his, way.