[center][h1][color=0040FF]Ali Danea[/color][/h1][/center]

Ali accepted the drink offered to her by the bartender. Whether it was from Vorel or Valasca, she didn't know and neither did she care. It was a free drink and that was always good so long as the one offering it wasn't a total creep or a demon. There were still witches that worried her, but she doubted any of their kind had attended the bar party.

She took a sip, pondering the suggested songs. She wasn't particularly familiar with 'Say My Name' and she was sure attempting that one song might end up causing more trouble than she could handle. 'Resistance', though, was something she thought her band could perform. It may have been sung by a male lead, but that had never been a problem before. People have, after all, commented that both her voice and her looks gave a masculine edge.

[color=0040FF]"Resistance might be good. I'll have to discuss it with the others but I don't think they'll say no,"[/color] she answered, smiling at Vorel. [color=0040FF]"Good taste in music."[/color]

She turned to the redhead - Saoirse. She didn't seem to be going along well with Vorel, and Ali couldn't help but wonder why that was. Was it simply because of a bad first meeting? Or was there more tension hidden underneath? Ali shook her head at herself. She couldn't entertain thoughts like that at a party, especially one that she was going to perform with.

[color=0040FF]"Well, love, pretty ladies are always welcome to share the stage with me,"[/color] she fired back, laughing lightheartedly at the wink. Saoirse seemed like the type of person Ali liked to be around, although she still couldn't understand the redhead's aversion to Vorel. Maybe at another time and another place, the animosity between them wouldn't be so high.

She waved a hand in greeting to Valesca, whose introduction she only heard because of keen senses developed from being in the woods too much. She was just about to ask Valesca if she had anything to suggest when she heard Vorel mutter something under his breath. Following his line of sight, she saw the lonely girl from before - Jen, she finally remembered, was a werewolf like Vorel - and the guy who had approached her. She hadn't allowed herself to look at him much earlier, but now that she did, there was a distinct aura around him. She didn't know what to call it, but it couldn't be good.

She moved closer to Vorel, enough to be able to whisper to him in the crowded bar. [color=0040FF]"Something wrong?"[/color]