<div class="floatleft">(https://iammanchic.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/jeff4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Albany, NY | August 9, 2017 | Evening<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Closed, Colette<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Being surprised.<br/><hr/>With a very satisfying hiss, Jason popped the little metal cap off his beer bottle and tossed it into the recycling – He and Elena were green like that. With bottle in hand he sauntered through the kitchen, towards the den where he was planning to relax for the night. That was until he heard the doorbell ring, it's whimsical sound ringing through the house with a tune that Elena enjoyed. His brows curled in as he tried to figure out who exactly was out this far on his property this late at night, to the best of his knowledge he wasn't expecting visitors – and Elena wasn't even there. He lifted the bottle to his lips and took four long gulps to drain more then half of it before setting it down on the counter.<br/><br/>The real problem with unexpected guests was getting ready for them, it wasn't as if he could just answer the door in his pants – the only thing he'd been wearing. It wasn't even because he didn't want strangers to see his body, he was hardly ashamed of that. It was those blasted feathered wings that he couldn't just make vanish that were a much bigger problem. Truthfully he considered just ignoring it, but if someone was out here it wasn't likely be accident. With a heavy sigh he jogged his way over to the closet near the front door and grabbed a shirt and tugged it over himself – in his state of hurry to get the door he ripped the stupid thing trying to get his wings through, but at least his front was covered and that was what mattered. Also from the closet he grabbed his wool long coat and tugged it over his shoulders to cloak his wings from sight. It was the only way he could pass – though quiet well – as a normal person.<br/><br/>Once properly dressed, a thing he did not want to be, he made his way for the front door and pressed down on the button latch, his other hand went and flipped the double porch lights on. The door opened and his brow eyes scanned the women – whom he was positive he did not know – on his doorstep over. She looked like a tourist, but that didn't seem to make much sense as to why she'd be here. He hadn't failed to notice the case tied to her hand, but the strangest thing by far was that she greeted him by name. “Hello?” He said, though it was much more a question then a legitimate greeting. “I'm sorry, but...” He paused, winkled his nose and shook his head, “Do I know you...?”