<div class="floatleft">(https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1382315793/5812677.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Matthew McCormick</strong><br/><strong>Location: outside Parker Commons </strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Eiryn</strong><br/><strong>Content: can fight a war but socializing?</strong><br/><strong>Wearing: Marine Dress Blues</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Fidgeting slightly, allowing her to pass by him, waiting to grab a beer only after she returned, "pardon me miss" he said and gestured, "i can get it for you, if you'd like?" Smiling, as akward as can be, "what are you having?"<em>please be something simple, havent mixed a drink since New Years, two years ago</em>"well, i mean, im kind of a stranger so maybe not.." fidgets for a cigarette and nervously places it between his lips and lights it.<em>real charming Matthew, real charming</em><br/><br/>Straightening up and placing his best, 'im a wall' face the upper ranks loved, and smiled nervously at her before approaching what looked a table of assorted bottles. Turning to look at her, waiting for whether she was okay with it or not<em>she is a woman, not a live round, relax Matthew, hell now that i think of it, is there a difference?</em>