<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/414aa81d75a3b3299d4b8d4144e028ae/tumblr_ouolf6smL91vd20lzo4_1280.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Finley Pritchard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15272539#msg15272539)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Date | Time:</span></span></strong>September 30th, 2pm<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>Ballroom<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>A muted orange, oversized shirt and fitted, white jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d4/df/35/d4df3597ea0763219c848d196b72a867.jpg) with brown loafers (https://images.asos-media.com/products/office-lemming-bar-loafers-in-tan-leather/12913628-1-tan?$XXL$&wid=513&fit=constrain)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Mood:</span></span></strong>Relaxed, Curious, Amused<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Introductions<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Roslyn, Open<br/><hr/><br/>An eyebrow cocked as one of the other students approached his claimed table and daringly sat in an open seat beside him; these kinds of things were usually pretty difficult for certain crowds when the room was a bunch of people they’d never met before, though Finley had never struggled with it personally, but the redhead strode over to him seemingly confident and took that place at his side with an optimistic aura and a welcoming smile. She was dressed well, he noted, as he glanced over her casually with a curious glance, and then she spoke.<br/><br/>Finley waited expectedly as she introduced herself and reached out to touch the back of his hand that rested on the table before him nonchalantly; another daring move committed by the stranger. As she continued, a smirk pulled at his lips and he slowly set the teacup down back onto its matching china saucer. He sat up straighter in his chair, having slumped slowly by habit over the period of the last few minutes of sipping his tea.<br/><br/><em>”That’s a lovely dress you’re wearing, hun.”</em><br/><br/>“Thanks, sweetheart, picked it out myself.” He laughed, his articulate British accent very different from her American one. “And you too. You<em>must</em>tell me where you bought it.”<br/><br/>“Finley. Pleasure, Roslyn.” He gave her an instinctive wink, his cheeky grin still in place. “Don’t worry about...that.” He gestured forward toward the table where he’d briefly spotted Roslyn talking to another student, or at least attempting to before she dispersed and the redhead ended up approaching him. “I think you smell great.”