<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 & Sam (mentioned), open.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Party... Leaving<br/><hr/>He winked back at Aislyn, full and well believing her.  There were greater mysteries and powers at work in the universe, after all. His attention shfited back to Liliana, catching the comment about being psychic, before she just... turns and heads off after some other guy. Oh well. He gives a shrug of his shoulder, and a  roll of his eyes.<br/><br/>He shifted backwards into the crowd, watching the two friends dance. He turned this way and that as he navigated towards the exit, the cluster of people getting under his skin. Slyly, he'd make his exit from the tent, unless someone was intent on engaging him, in which case, he might very well humor them. Otherwise, there wasn't really anything here for him. He makes a mental note to himself to not bother with events like these in the future--he could be doing something more productive with his time, like grinding up dried herbs into a poisonous powder that could be blown into someone's face to cause some severe allergic reactions.<br/><br/>After all, just because he was on the hero's side, it didn't mean he had to have a sense of honor or avoid such 'dirty' tricks. He was more than glad to avoid high-roading. Anywho--he'd be lingering just outside the party proper, unless intercepted, more than happy to give Dark Wings and Ghost some time to get better acquainted with each other. He had a feeling the terrible trio would have plenty of time to have their own party, something more intimate.