Alex glanced away from her and thought for a moment. Living dangerously was a mixed term to him. In reality he always lived dangerously, as was the nature of running an evil corporate empire, but he never physically put himself in danger. Despite A fairly extensive education in hand to hand combat, something he father had always insisted on, Alex was a bit of a coward when it came to direct confrontation.<br/><br/>What the hell, it wasn't like his secretary wouldn't jump at the opportunity at half the chance, it was simply that, he liked to think he could actually meet someone because of the overwhelming charisma that everyone who worked for him seemed to insist he had, as opposed to the knowledge that he owned one of the most profitable, and least moral, companies in the world.<br/><br/>Alex called the bartender over to him. Despite the fact that the din in the bar had steadily increased to a nearly overwhelming volume, he had little trouble catching one's attention. The man stopped mid pour as he prepared a drink for a middle aged corporate playboy, and hurried over to Alex. "That young lady drinking the Sandy Blood. What's her name?"<br/><br/>The bartender, who had had several conversations with Liliana in the past, gave him a look. "You mean the Blood and Sand?"<br/><br/>"Her name is The Blood and Sand?"<br/><br/>The bartender regarded Alex's amused smile and realized the conversation had gotten away from him. "No no, Her name is Liliana, and the drink she has is a Blood and Sand." Alex considered this for a moment and nodded. "Send her another one my tab."<br/><br/>"Yes sir." People felt it nessisary to reply with the term "sir." Alex could have dressed like a woman and ordered a group of men about, and the term "sir" would have likely made it's way into the conversation. The Corporate playboy shot Alex a glare and regarded his half filled drink longingly. Alex returned the glare with a fairly sharp smirk and got up from the bar.<br/><br/>"Hey Liliana," The bartender brought her a drink, pointedly ignoring the people around him. "The suit over there sent this for you."<br/><br/>"And if you could do the suit a favor, he would like another White Russian." Alex was suddenly leaning against the bar next to her, an empty glass in his hand and a smile on his lips. The bartender jerked a little but managed to get Liliana's drink on the bar before he quickly ducked off. "I suppose you could keep calling me the suit if you like, but my name is Alex."