Blade was sat on a couch, eyes drifting over the crowd of the party. In his left hand he held a drink - taking sips from it. He'd had girls over him all night, none of which were even his type. As his gaze trailed the room they soon landed on you.

He watched you quietly, eyes narrowed. You were quite pretty. He took another small sip of his wine as he watched you. There was a man in front of you who seemed to be hitting on you, yet you didn't seem to be interested at all.