<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8b/VictorDoe2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Victor Rory<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Living Room.<br/><strong>Aimed at:</strong>Leda.<br/><br/>So she was British, and the more he listened the more he can tell she was English… the type his forefathers warned their sons about, and the type their sons laughed at their forefathers’ face and told them to go shag a sheep whilst they shag the pretty English women, earned after a hard day of pillaging and looting.<br/><br/><strong>“Clouds, eh?”</strong>He smiled, genuine fascination in his eyes.<strong>“A bird like you must perch on branches far and wide, but an unclaimable, rare bird she still is.”</strong><br/><br/>She questioned him about his ethnicity and Victor looked towards the crowd, he took a deep swig of alcohol and then another which finished the can he had.<strong>“Aye, I was born Scottish. Deep inside however resides a heart most multi-cultural… sweet, sassy, sad and wild. With that being said, I’m certain the more time we spend together, the more we’ll learn about each other… in detail.”</strong>He takes off his sunglasses and tucks them in his breast pocket, smiling at her.