<div class="floatleft">(http://bd2d3bc3b56e110ea284-87b4cdf8cd56f5994e953e9e7664483c.r44.cf3.rackcdn.com/3138_44fe3882-d65a-4a14-b73a-651a16aa8842.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Las Vegas, NV | October 28, 2014 | 6:50 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Closed, Olivia<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Dinner time.<br/><hr/>Evident that she was teasing, Jason continued along with the conversation and the joking. Still, some of these sounded like valid points and he couldn't be sure if it was fair to put her into that position. Was it fair to put any one in that position? For the first time since the initial conversation about being in an open marriage, Jason felt annoyed at Elena for putting him in this position. The initial slap of essentially admitting that she had been cheating on him, and all of the awkward insecurity – which he was not at all familiar with – that came with it, plus the shock of the situation in general; now it was like that all over again, with someone else as he even contemplated taking advantage of this so called golden ticket, he felt guilty – not just for what he was doing to his marriage, but to what he was doing to Olivia, or any one else who might have been in her place. Deep thoughts he kept to himself, shuttered behind metal mental doors. Instead of glooming over it, he laughed and enjoyed her teasing; they carried on brilliant conversation which ended up being far more interesting than the food that he did little more then pick at. At the end he left Nikolas a tip greater then the bill itself – just because the service and atmosphere had been pleasing.<br/><br/>With Olivia on his arm, out to the car they went and slipped inside. Jason laughed about her career change and shook his head, “You're better off doing what you do right now,” He admitted, “I've gotten a few lucky deals working for private clients, but in general? It's a very niche skill, not a lot of business.” Pulling through the streets, he turned his head briefly over to her, “I married into the money. Elena's father is a one percenter, and no small portion of that money has trickled down to us.”<br/><br/>Once they had breached the edge of the town, and gotten just a little ways away from it, he accommodated her request to open the roof so that they could feel the air whipping past them. He didn't stop there though – what was the point in driving a sports car if you weren't going to push it at least once. Jason's foot started slowly pressing down on the gas, and the car ramped up past the sixty-five marker it'd been on closer towards ninety. Hand to the gear shifter and he deftly flipped it from one to the next. The engine purred and the car whipped into the darkness of the night, throwing distance between them and the city proper at a blinding pace. “How's that for a feeling?” He asked, near shouting over the sound of the wind rushing around them.<br/><br/>Given how fast they were going – Jason didn't even want to think about getting pulled over, there was simply no way that he wouldn't end up jailed for it – it didn't take them but a fraction of the time to get to where she had designated, and as they approached he slowly brought the vehicle back into line with something more normal paced. Turning off the long stretch of desert highway, onto the dirt road they sped off into the desert and kept going until they were deep enough that only someone who was out here looking was going to find them. That's where he pulled the car off to the side and clicked it off. “We've arrived,” He said with a wide smile, before hitting the doors open and slipping out of the car.<br/><br/>Now that they were going so quickly he could feel the nice warmth of the desert nights air. He liked a little chiller air, but there was something oddly refreshing about a short time spent in warm places like this – even if it was too dry for his liking. Given that it was the point of this whole trip he spent a moment tugging the coat from his arms and tossing it atop the car, hanging it through the open roof. “I hope you don't mind,” He called over the car, his hands going for the hem of his tee and tugging at it over his head. Undressing took him painfully long in cases where he didn't want to rip his clothing, and he really did try hard not to do that. Flying around though was a good way to destroy his shirt, so she was going to have to endure him shirtless for the evening – at least until they were done. He flopped the shirt over his coat and made his way around the car towards her.<br/><br/>Without the coat, and the shirt, Jason looked like he had the heritage he spoke of. He wasn't a fussy manscaper. His chest had hair plentiful – albeit groomed – that trailed down his front slowly falling into a nice little line that vanished into the front of his pants. Nothing about Jason was overly worked; he maintained a healthy, fit form – part of that was graced to him by his powers – but he didn't do much to go above and beyond. There was muscle on his arms, in his chest, his abs, but they were only loosely defined. Enough to say that he cared, but that they were clearly not his focus.<br/><br/>Jason leaned his head back to the night sky, and the full moon it held. He peered at all of the stars that he couldn't see at home. It was moments just like that one that made him miss Brazil. “Do you come out here often?”