<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Ca3TZA_WwAAhzzc.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, 14:05<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>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>Resist & Rebel t-shirt, jeans, dress shoes<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;"> Mood:</span></span></strong>This Here (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TWgUAwqgf3k)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Kidnapped at High Tea<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Gabby, Marshall, Avery, Open<br/><hr/><br/>He sighed as he moved away from the blonde and the...guy.  He was tired and still adjusting to the time difference, the trip from Heathrow to here hadn't been a restful one so his sigh slowly turned into a growl of irritation at the end of it.<br/><br/>Why are all these people here so insufferably happy?<br/>Why do they all look so great?<br/>What actually IS happening here?<br/>There ARE faster people than me and at my age.  So why am I here and not them?<br/><br/>It was exuberant motion that had pulled him from his thoughts and he blinked a few times, a slightly confused look on his face until he realized it was Avery not-so-subtly waving her arm at him.  His confused look turned into a small, but indulgent smile as the slim redhead tried to get his attention.  She was his only touchstone at this point, the only person he'd really had a conversation with and while he was somewhat dreading the prospect of staying at this...meeting?  Avery certainly made him feel more comfortable.<br/><br/>That comfort ended when she hurried over to him, took him by the end and showed a surprising amount of strength and force of will as she semi-dragged him over to another table.<br/><br/>"We keep meeting like this and people are gonna start talking...", he murmured more to him than to her as she pulled him along behind her.  Biting his lower lip to hide a grin as Avery enthused over who he had just learned was Gabby's; shoes.   His stifled grin became more of a friendly one as he extended his hand to Gabby, nodding his head as he spoke.<br/><br/>"Hey there, Jack." Turning his head and looking to the well-dressed guy next to her and nodding once more in greeting and offering a smile to him.