Claire was still leaning over the balcony railing, looking on sadly as half of her drink and the coveted cherry fell to the street below when he spoke. The minute she heard the male voice, all thoughts of the fallen cocktail garnish were forgotten as she righted herself (albeit with a very obvious wobble, thanks to the heels she was wearing) and turned around with a look of surprise. He had an accent!
Enzo? Wait, no. Enzo wasn't Irish. Claire shook her head a little like that would somehow make her less intoxicated and squinted at him, seeing for herself that it definitely wasn't Enzo, or Klaus, or any of the other vampires that Caroline knew with a crazy sounding accent. Was that a thing, vampires with accents? If so, Claire was definitely a fan.
After a moment she finally recognized him. "Oh! You're the new guy, right? The bassist?" Claire had seen him around the few times she'd dropped in on a rehearsal in the last couple months to say hi to Léon. She hadn't ever really talked to him, and he'd never tried to talk to her though he did kind of... stare a lot. Which was weird, but not a crime. Maybe he was a socially awkward vampire? Good thing Claire was a socially not awkward person. Just a pretty drunk one at the moment.
Stepping forward (again, with a wobble), she held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Claire." She flashed him a warm, trade-mark Claire smile that her mom always said could light up the darkest room. "You're really good."