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</div><b>Name: William "Liam" Castle<br/>
Age:</b>29<br/><b>Date/Time: </b>31 July, Saturday - 14:00<br/><b>Location: </b>Villa<br/><b>Wearing: </b>See Picture (Black, leather jacket, navy tee shirt, and black jeans)<br/><b>Logged in with: </b>No one<br/><b>Tagging: Mentioning: Everyone (<a class="username" data-user-id="133" data-username="Clint Johnson" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/133/">Clint Johnson</a> <a class="username" data-user-id="8638" data-username="promethean" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/8638/">promethean</a> <a class="username" data-user-id="4695" data-username="MonsterMistress" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4695/">MonsterMistress</a> <a class="username" data-user-id="3317" data-username="Mehlia" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3317/">Mehlia</a> <a class="username" data-user-id="1300" data-username="SilentFairy" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1300/">SilentFairy</a>) Tagging: Lydia (<a class="username" data-user-id="5347" data-username="Moka-chan" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5347/">Moka-chan</a>), Open!</b><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Liam knew he was one of the last contestants to be entering this villa, where if everything went as planned, he'd be leaving with something over a hundred grand. But if things didn't work out so well, he'd still get to have some fun messing around with these hopeless<s>idiots</s>, er, sorry "romantics". Either way, it was going to be a good time and he was in the perfect position to make a grand entrance.<br/><br/>"Cute." He said, flatly, with an undertone of sarcasm as he trudged up the beach. A young girl with colorful hair sat with a notebook in which she was sketching some flower. Typical. It was like that was all women could draw: flowers or hearts. Though Liam didn't draw to begin with so he didn't have much to say. As he passed the girl, he called back over his shoulder. "Didn't realize we were still stuck in the '90's."<br/><br/>Next, he made his way over to the next closest girl. She had her tongue down some typical jock's throat. At that, he had to scoff. "Who said pretty girls weren't any fun?" He said, obviously looking the lady in the red dress up and down. "Hey, hot stuff. When you're done with Mr. Football here, why don't you come give a real man a try." He offered, sending her a wink. He couldn't help but laugh as he walked away from those two.<br/><br/>The next room Liam found himself in was the living room and that gave a much better view of what to expect. From the doorway, he could see a young blonde woman talking in what sounded like Italian accents to some guy who dressed like he thought too much of himself. He could also see two women taking body shots with two other men in the kitchen. Body shots. Now those were where a party was at. But if he counted correctly, he was still missing a girl.<br/><br/>"Well, hello there, gorgeous." Liam offered as he made his way back to the kitchen. As he spoke to the blonde on the couch, he turned to face her, offering her a mischievous smile. He had to admit, so far, the producers hadn't found half-bad looking ladies. But he still had three more to introduce himself to: one who seemed to be hiding.<br/><br/>On to the couples in the kitchen, Liam didn't look much at the body shots being taken. Instead, he searched around for whichever cupboard held the glasses and liquor. His poison of choice: bourbon. But not just any bourbon: He needed the best. After all, who knew when Mr. Muscles was going to make a fool out of himself and try to throw the first punch, under the guise of "defending" Red Dress, of course. Those men with trying too hard muscles were all the same, all predictable.<br/><br/>"Let me know when the girls are ready to turn this into a real party, would ya?" Liam asked each of the guys in the bar, lifting his glass towards them. The girls here were decent too, except there was still one thing missing. "Until then, I need to go figure out what's going on with that sixth girl."<br/><br/>It didn't take Liam long to find her, either. After peeking in a few different rooms, he finally stumbled across the bedroom. Of course girl number six would be found there. There was always one who disappeared into the bedrooms, wasn't there? And just like the other girls, she wasn't half-bad-looking either. Though she was definitely the exotic choice for the girls.<br/><br/>"Cute. Tell me, do you always sing when you're alone?" Liam asked as he walked up behind her.