Sirenia could not help but accidentally chuckle at the man’s small talk to the bartender. If he felt out of place than surely she should feel like an alien visiting earth for the first time. She knew very well that some awkward situations may arise by moving to a place like Hollywood, and participating in events outside her genre. So, she held no false beliefs that she may or may not be welcomed with open arms. Regardless this place seemed pretty classy and she was determined to make it home…or at least for a little while. She was also willing to venture outside her comfort zone and give back to the community at events such as these. 

Her last comment about interesting people was not necessarily directed toward the woman to answer, Sirenia was simply speaking out to the void. She took another swing from the crystal glass and it flushed throughout warming her inside like a cozy blanket. While turning she noticed a new body at the bar along with another beverage of vodka from the bartender who witnessed her gulping these down without so much as a grimace. Vodka, her ultimate favorite drink thus her semi-high tolerance for the liquid. She was also a social smoker but alas how would that fare with the charity being what it was so she ignored the urge, and gathered her two drinks.

[b]“If you’ll excuse me sweetheart I still have no idea where my seat is, my name is Sirenia St. Claire by the way.”[/b] Sirenia said politely to the female artist she had been chatting with before deciding to take off.

She flashed a bright greeting smile to James the man who had arrived not long ago before strutting off holding two glasses with condensation sliding down the side. After these were eventually finished drinking would be placed on hiatus for at least an hour or so. Although she certainly was a bit livelier when intoxicated that would not be a very tasteful first impression to her new neighbors. It was also a wonder how she managed to walk in 6 inch heels and a dress of high glossed rubberized material though she made the whole process look simple--if not a bit bizarre. She gently bit down upon the bottom of her pierced lip while scanning around the tabletops for her name card, and weaving through the crowd.