Minatosaki Sana slips quietly through a slit in the crowd wavering slightly through the sea of bodies. She treads carefully, one hand holding up the train of her black gown, eyes skimming the ground so that she doesn't accidentally step on any expensive gowns. Her movements go by unoticed as everyone's attention rests on the front of the room where the announcer stands congradulating the man of the hour. A waiter with a tray of untouched champagne walks past her and she reaches out, her hand closing around one of the glasses. She takes a sip of the cold drink and the tartness awakens her. She will need at least five more of these to help her get through this night. It had only just begun and she needs to not only keep an eye out for anything suspicious but she needs to make sure she doesn't run into him. Her earpiece crackles and whispers. "Sandarella do you have eyes on the prize?" Sana rolls her eyes, she hates that codename but no matter how many times she's tried to change it in the past, her damn so called friend on the other line, kept using it. Sana glances over her shoulder inconspicously. 'The prize' was still on the small stage reciting the speach he had been practicing for days. She whispers, "All's clear on my end Squirtle," Sana smirks, two can play the 'who can come up with the worst nickname' game. "Hey! I told you not to call me that!-" "What's that?" Sana feigns she can't hear, "You're breaking up, somethings wrong with the earpiece." Sana presses a gentle finger on her earpiece and it turns off, she removes the bud and tosses it into the glass with her unfinished drink and sets the glass down on the table. With Nayeon in her ear there was no way she was going to get through the next seven or so hours. It was hard enough to have to stay away from him, adding Nayeon's insistant chatter to the mix was just pure hell. Sana glances back up towards the stage and her stomach drops. The tall japanese man she'd been hired to keep an eye on all night was no longer there. She scans the crowd but there are no traces of him. Mina runs out into the corridor hoping he just stepped away for a second. She runs out of the ballroom and up the stairs to the private quarters.  Just as she is running past an open doorway a hand reaches out of the dark entrance and pulls her in