<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/dc/df/ca/dcdfcad5f3cfe05fc98ad5cd14f9c567.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>Jack Spratowski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15284962#msg15284962)<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, 06:05<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>Train from Inverness<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>As pictured<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;"> Mood:</span></span></strong>On point (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GTu5ltfX2dw)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Heading to Dellban<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Avery<br/><hr/><br/>He took another spoonful of the oatmeal and crunched at it with purpose.  Giving her an amused look as she suggested he valued singing more than crude jokes and oatmeal.  He wasn't going to explain at this time just how women singing was his kryptonite.  He barely knew her and while she was fun and she was definitely playful and it made him feel at ease.  He didn't really need anyone here getting close enough to him to hear all of that.<br/><br/><em>"I guess it's my lucky day. Though I imagine you'll find no shortage of people willing to share. Not to generalize… But isn't that generally one of the perks of being an athlete?"</em><br/><br/>The look that appeared on his face was part surprise and part...impressed?  She got straight to the point and it elicited quiet laughter from him.  His shoulders lifted slightly in a shrug before he nodded his head a little.  He was of the opinion that it was valuable to remind women whenever he had the chance that he was amazing.  Avery...had a different vibe however and while she was attractive, had a great smile and smelled fantastic...he wasn't in a rush to do her just yet.  So maybe he could just...relax some?<br/><br/>"Well...yeah.  It depends on the track meet you're at but particularly at the international level", he nodded his head slightly and gave her a subdued and secretive smile.  "People get down.  In their defence it's a group of very fit, very dedicated people who are relatively free of obligation and expectation for the short amount of time that follows a competition so...they fuck."<br/><br/>His smile became more of a playful grimace.<br/><br/>"It's not a super-fit orgy of the beautiful people though.  In fact most athletes fuck like they're competing.", he rolled his eyes slightly.  "Like...they finish and then they're all...", even while seated he was able to do a pretty spot on impression of a gymnast when she lifts her chin, throws her arms up over her head and throws out her chest.<br/><br/>