Alpha's all set to ignore the rest of the bar and preferably the world for the rest of the night, but the voice sounded familiar enough that he glanced over on reflex. It was dim in the room so it takes a second for recognition to register. He smirked, remembering his last encounter with that particular face, and he's all set to let the kid wander off with his drink before something else about the face registered.

He frowned and darted out a hand to grab the kid--Blaine, that was it--by the chin. The skin is smooth and clear--the damn Capitol has erased his gifts.