Samantha Cassidy
Samantha stood backstage at the burlesque, searching through her bag for the familiar jeans and hoodie that she'd much rather be in instead of the dress she wore for work. Being off the clock meant that she was no longer required to wear the skin bearing dress that made her feel so incredibly exposed. She'd just unzipped the back when a group of fey girls burst into the back, chattering about the cute boy in the front booth. "It's Nadya's brother," Another girl said excitedly, going on to talk about how he never came here. Samantha couldn't help but chuckle to herself at the excitement that the man's presence had seemed to cause backstage. Still, she didn't offer up anything to say about the matter. She still didn't fit in with the fey girls and often chose to remain silent rather than stumble over the words and end up in a game of tricks with the girls. She especially didn't offer up that the reason the elder Tetradore was there was because she'd asked him to meet her there.
She hung up her dress on the clothes rack before she pulled the hoodie on over her head and tugged her black jeans up to button them on her hips. As soon as she'd laced on her converse, she found herself dashing out of backstage. For a moment, she considered going to the bar to get drinks for the two of them, but that would only prolong the process of staying at the burlesque. Instead, she merely went to the booth and dropped down next to him, smiling warmly.
"Enjoying the show?" She asked him, tucking a stray piece of her hair behind her ear. "Turns out that your presence here is very overwhelming for the girls backstage. They keep going on and on about the cutie in the front booth," She smiled teasingly at the man. "Anyway, I'm ready for my lessons. Where do we start?"