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</div><b>Name:</b>Hans Huisman<br/><b>Age:</b>27<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Hetero Sexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Atlanta<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Saturday, 3rd July, 2021<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa/ Pool area.<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Board shorts<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Dom<br/><b>Tagging:</b><a class="username" data-user-id="9157" data-username="Sarita" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9157/">Sarita</a>/ OPEN<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><br/>Hans sat and sipped his drink, watching as Dom gulped down hers like a sailor. He didn’t mind. He figured if she could do that, it meant that she could stomach it… hopefully. He was always curious to see how people acted when they were drunk, you always got a bit of the real side of who they are. Bright blue eyes made eye contact as the sunglasses were pulled down, and he listened to her respond to the question. A laugh slipped his lips when mentioned brains between the ears.<br/><br/>“<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">Funny thing, I’ve been looking for the same. And you look like a good place to start. </span>“ he grinned and scanned the crowd a bit, “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)"> lots of pretty girls, but I’m not sure if they have the same drive as me. I am looking for an equal..</span>” He returned his gaze to her. “And I’ve been a bit itching for excitement if I’m honest. I spent the last several years mowing through law school, then joined a tax firm to just be drowned in a mountain of paperwork and research. It’s part of the trade but it can make meeting people difficult, especially when you want to make it to the top.” He took another sip of the drink slowly. Hans thought himself as a fairly good reader of people, and Dom looked like she had her head on her shoulders more than most.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">“I don’t mind chatting for a bit before we join the crowd.</span>” He interjected, resting his glass down on the little table besides them, turning his body language to face.<br/><br/>“<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">You seem to have your head on more than most. Twenty one right?</span>” He recalled the number from the video (Does the cast even see that). “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">You have beautiful eyes</span>,” he stopped for a moment, letting the compliment settle in. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">you can easily make it big in the modelling world, what's your end goal? </span>“ He asked, folding his hands in front of his hip.