[center][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/22901/posts/ooc?page=1#post-641728]Sirenia St. Claire[/url][/center]
The rather familiar voice sounded a bit like someone she watched on many 80" televisions or projectors but was surprised to actually be right. A small gasp could be heard from Sirenia as her expression turned aghast for a brief moment at the hockey players comment. [b]"Mr. LeBlanc, I am rather offended you'd think such a thing."[/b] Her playfully sarcastic tone then softened as she shrugged and smirked. [b]"Though I could say the same about you."[/b] 

At first glance one would not assume the tattooed model the type to enjoy sports, and in all honesty she would rather sit through a boring seminar than watch soccer and the like. However, the pierced diva was a fan of "supervised" violence--believe it or not--and enjoyed watching hockey, MMA, and a bit of wrestling every so often but more for the physical confrontations than the game itself. Lucas stays infamous for his brawls thus Sirenia tries not to miss a game when he plays. Perhaps that exact fact could be viewed as a bit shameless but she's not the only one. Casious Mortimer of Serpentine a band she had toured with in the past continues to host massive sports parties, and gambling along with it in his mansion that she still attends to this day. Also, many friends of hers would be jealous if they knew who she is currently speaking to. 

[b]"We huh?"[/b] She responded with a smile after finishing off her...third vodka? The stuff was basically like water anyway and she still felt completely sober unfortunately. Regardless, the crimson and onyx haired woman was more than content having Lucas at the same table. His craft was something she enjoyed so the charity would not be as painful to sit through like she imagined. The aggressive man was also fascinating to watch especially since he seemed nonchalant about the whole thing, so his personality was bound to be similar making for interesting conversation. [b]"No, we don't have to sit here all night."[/b] Her fingers slid the glass toward the bartender for another refill. With new beverage in one hand she motioned with an index finger and an engaging smile for the athletic to follow. They could both talk at the table for a while since she had been trying to locate the damn name card since arriving. [b]"Why are you really here? Damage control or do you have a soft sport for charities? I promise not to tell."[/b] One thing that many appreciated or loathed about Sirenia is how blunt she is, refusing to sugar coat anything.