<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Bruce excused himself from the small group of friends he was hanging with to find a more interesting conversation to parley about than the race that took place last night. He wasn't much of a race fan, for he just couldn't understand the thrill of watching cars driving around in a circle. But to each their own he muttered to himself.<br/>
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Making a few trips around the room, nodding to others that he knew and some he had no idea whom they were. He looked down at his watch a few times wondering where the hell Wes was at. The man was never on time to the game but being late for this, now that was a little sorry, he chuckled to himself. <br/>
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His trip ended at the rooms entrance where his eyes fell on Wes's sister and his brow arched as he witnessed the clothes she was wearing. He has always enjoyed it when he seen her during their poker game, Hell, there was a few times he had dreams of her in various circumstances. But he never really talked with her except the occasional hello, how are you today statement. <br/>
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He tried to look away from her but without any luck, her external appeal had him mesmerized as he stared at her. He felt his mouth doing dry from the thoughts that were rushing about his mind. He mentally began to see her in various positions of questionable intentions. He took a deep breath in hopes to get a handle on the growing burn in his gut...</span>