<div class="floatright">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Carterkilt_zpsfb43cb43.jpg)</div>Name: Carter<br/>Location: living room<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169405.msg7957495#msg7957495">Quote from: MasterOfMyFate on 28-03-2013, 06:05:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Marcos reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone. No one could see what he was doing exactly, just that his right thumb was tapping it repeatedly as if he was sending a text. Sliding the phone back into his pocket, Marcos continued to speak to the people before him.<br/><br/>"I mean everyone getting stupid drunk. How many people do you think would get white girl wasted? You would love white girl wasted."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"No man, not wasted. That's a line I don't cross. My mother would find me and murder me. But a good, old fashioned party? Sure. As for cameras, the things I've assumed are all over. Damned if I can find them though."<br/><br/>Happily grinning at Anna, Carter continued speaking.<br/><br/>"I think there's supposed to be a company rep at some point. And a house meeting to figure out beds and things, but after that, we tear this place up, or get the hell out of here."