<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">Name:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)"> Simon Anderson<br/>
<b>Location:</b> Beach House -&gt; Bottom of Stairs<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b>Open, Justin, All <br/>
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Simon couldn't help but stare at Molly, who had changed into a bikini. Apparently she had been in the pool as her suit and hair were wet, further accentuating that body of hers. He was nudged back to awareness by the shot - and the toast in his name. He took the tequila, a few steps behind everyone else, but mimicked their motions. The burning sensation as it hit the back of his throat had him coughing before he regained himself.<br/>
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Baxter poured him a drink. He sipped on it and found it much better tasting then he thought. The guy was a stud though, walking off with two girls, leaving Simon with Molly and Justin. He couldn't help but stare at the asses of the two other girls as they walked away. How did he do it? Andrew had never been laid and Baxter was headed off for a threesome? He needed to share the wealth.<br/>
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Sighing, he slipped onto the barstool beside Molly, trying not to stare at her body. He pulled his bandaged hand out of his pocket as he nursed the drink in front of him. "Were you really roommates with Sally?" He asks, after scouring his mind for something he could talk to her about.</span>