<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/2aif2na.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Alexander Emerson</strong></span><br/><em>Murphy's Tavern<br/>Day one - Night<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>: open</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Alexander took a liking to Aryanna right away. He liked her soft voice, and the effortless way that she carried herself. If it was wrong of him to feel attracted to her, then he was a dirty man. He could tell that she was not old enough to smoke a cigarette, or go out on the town. Hell, she probably couldn't even refer to school in the past tense comfortably yet. But, Alexander actually watched the way that he spoke around her. In his own quiet, and reserved way, he was flirting. The goal of his interaction with her was to leave her feeling entirely uninteresting. He liked feeling like an unreachable object. For, when the woman actually got to stretch out and touch him, it almost felt like worship, or subservience. "Thank you," He almost used her name, but restrained himself for a few different reasons, firstly, it didn't feel appropriate, he hated using his servers name when he wasn't attracted to them, so there was no need to use it now. Secondly, he was afraid that if he used her name, she would be able to hear the longing inside the subtext. "The special sounds great, but I'll wait before making my decision. He displayed a neat smile, one that completely mismatched his shaggy appearance. His facial hair was out of control, and he hadn't bathed in a couple days. Feeling very much like a scrub, he displayed none of these concerns. His back was straight, his eyes were predatory. The shape of his lips were friendly. "Take your time." He had called to her as she was leaving.<br/><br/>the menu was basic, and the special of the night was just as intriguing as the rest, he'd made his decision, the pot roast was an easy choice. Situated, he took the time to observe his surroundings, unfamiliar with the area, everyone just appeared to be a local to him, even Elise and Renair were inconspicuous to him. The fire seemed to liven the whole place, much more than the company or the liquor that was moving slowly around the establishment.<br/><br/>The TV caught his attention. His worry for Dianna painted his face. He had no way of knowing if she was involved, but it would make a lot of sense. His sister would never abandon her car. And this town was so small, every one was likely a suspect, and any missing person was likely a victim. He keyed in to the broadcast and forgot about everything and everyone in the tavern. He awaited a name, an identity of the murder victim. His heart was raised into his throat.