<div class="floatleft">(https://mermaidvision.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/33415043.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Alfred Birche in a fancy shirt (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/26/fe/c5/26fec5036d81c55adf73c16aaab4a700.jpg)<br/><strong>Alias</strong>Leshy<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Dark Wings, Ghost, Liliana, open.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Party...<br/><hr/>"Enjoy yourselves." He flashed them both the distinctive Grin of his, and bowed elegantly, before stepping backwards. It might look like he's about to hit into Liliana, but at the last moment, he sort of spins around to the side and looks at the blue haired beauty. His eyes went quickly over her body, her dress, but there was something keenly analytical in the way he studied her. This wasn't a hormonal twenty-something with a boner... this was the look of someone studying prey.<br/><br/>Which is odd, because if anything, the sort of feelings he's throwing off would be more along the lines of 'worry'. Maybe he was overcompensating; though the truth was, this sort of environment wasn't really kosher for him. "I'd offer a dance, but I'm afraid I only know the Cossack Dance." He met her gaze, eye to eye, all smiles and mischief gleaming. Still, he has a sort of cornered animal vibe. And yet, he takes out his flask, and has a sip of it, then offers it to her in a sense of solidarity. The predatory look was gone in an instant; it might even have been imagined if she didn't know better.<br/><br/>The man offering the drink was strange, in the spiritual sense. He felt... surreal. There was the clearly human part of him, but underneath lay some sort of primal energy, woven into his being; just like the gold metal threading was woven into the black cloth of his garments. There's a feeling of stuckness, of not belonging, but also of bridging; he wasn't quite of this world, but neither was he of nature. Just some sort of fusion. A hybrid. "Green absinthe. May cause hallucinations. Not for the faint of heart." He explains the contents of the flask he's offering her. It smells very strongly of herbs, and if one knew what wormwood smelled like... it was loaded with the stuff. Probably not safe for normal human consumption.<br/><br/>A silver chain is around his neck, and it looks like something has been tucked underneath his vest; the slight bulge, and the chain, indicating a pendant or medallion or the like.