Blaise and OPEN
Blaise had always enjoyed the various events when they were younger. He'd made a good show of mingling and making the rounds being sure he was seen by all. It was, after all, exactly how Michalea expected her son to act in public. Networking and making sure everyone knew who you were and added you to their radar was considered a viable skill. One they all had gained over the years. Thankfully, each location they'd frequented in their younger years had been rather spacious and eventually Blaise had been able to disappear off to a spot with just a few individuals.
The crew he'd often found himself avoiding the masses with were the friends here at Greg's tonight. Blaise didn't know why but he found their get together to be a bit stifling. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy the company, quite the opposite. He just felt as if they were confined with no way to escape if there was the desire to get away for whatever reason may present itself.
Having already made the rounds and taken the time to speak to everyone, Blaise found a spot where he could lean against the wall and simply watch the others. At some point his eyes caught the eyes of another individual and he lifted his glass slightly. "Enjoying yourself?" he spoke up just enough for the other person to hear.