<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/11/Ezra-miller.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Marcus Alexander (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293586.msg14406947#msg14406947)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Party time, June 1st<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Lanai Bar<br/><strong>Status:</strong>getting a refreshing drink, small talk<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>Light<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gerrit, Chelsea (open)<br/><hr/><br/>Marc's gaze lingered on Chelsea, drawn to all the most tempting spots as she moved, in spite of his gentlemanly nature. She was flusteringly seductive and he almost too enthusiastically took the distraction of Gerrit's handshake. He was afraid of seeming rude to either of them, especially the friendly bartender. He realized he had yet to introduce himself as well and he responded, "Marcus... or just Marc if you'd prefer." The other man's handshake was like a vice. Marc didn't visibly show a reaction to it but it was like a final piece in the puzzle of Gerrit that he had been constructing in his mind. This guy was tough, serious. No one should mess with him. He pulled back this long hair into one of those obnoxious modern "man buns" and gave Gerrit a bit of a smirk, appreciating how "Don't fuck with me" had somehow become a bit of an aura with him. He was almost the opposite of Marc himself.<br/><br/>"Say, Chelsea..." he turned his attention back to the barkeep one more time. "May I have a shot of that Mezcal as well?" Maybe it was curiosity getting the best of him, or perhaps Gerrit's nature was simply that inspiring, but he was driven to be a bit adventurous. "You mentioned a masseuse? He took a quick look around the place. "Do you think that 'Selene' will be attending the party tonight?<br/>