Re: P2/ Open
Activity swarmed, and Alexander was more or less pleased as punch. Per usual, it had taken a drink or two to calm his nerves (charming was his forte; enclosed, crowded spaces not so much until the liquor flowed freely). The hot shower helped, too, and the classical music playing softly in the background. His apartment suited him well enough, a clean expanse of wood floors, subtle, elegant furniture, and more books than he could ever possibly count (he'd hired someone else to catalog them, after all) lining endless shelves across the walls. But the door had been left open for all to enter as they wished, offering something of a quiet in the joyous storm.
A fondness for fine suits dictated a four-piece this evening, though the jacket had been left draped over the back of a chair. Black Armani; could there ever be anything else? Scruffing his beard lightly, he glanced up just in time to see a face in his doorway, and blasted an eager, white smile at the semi-stranger.
"Well, hello there. May I offer you a drink? I seem to have all the wine; Michael's got more ... exciting offerings, however, if you're interested."