<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/f4L4H5i.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maximus Raines<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Celebrating at Camp<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone at Camp<br/><br/>Maximus wanted to act tough when offered a chance to relax a little, but his arms and legs suddenly remembered that they really should be tired.  He supposed that a combination of attractive women and nearly drowning was enough to make any man forget his problems, if only because of adrenaline and testosterone working their magic.  He did his best to avert his eyes from Bessie's tail end when that received a direct hit, and also did his best not to jump when he was struck.  Though he did glare for a second, he was too tired and grateful for his irritation to last.<br/><br/>The true insult, however glorious it was, was the waste of fine alcohol on their bodies.  Goodness, it was quite a show though.  A man with even ninety percent of his focus on hard work could be unmade if all the women were so...alluring.<br/><br/>He didn't even really like liquor, though he had choked down many a glass in the name of social toasts.<br/><br/>When they started their make out session and seemed to forget the alcohol, he rescued the bottle before it could fall over and spoke to the assembled group, "while we wait for our glasses to come back with dear Chardonnay, we should get our toasts out of the way so we can enjoy food and drink.  A toast to all of the friends we'll make here."<br/><br/>He raised the bottle half-heartedly as if in toast, and then offered it to the next person.  The bottle was a bit light from its earlier usage anyway, so no one would be bothered that he hadn't taken a drink.