<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR7wCh-sU9FN-PRWOt5zhtn-MbFiinz2m9QXf2_QfWvpXJ-b61d)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Corwin Lynch<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Pool<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Night is a Bit Older<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> As Shown<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Holly Outerbridge, OPEN<br/></span><hr/>"I'll drink to that, lovely," Corwin winked and finished the glass in a single gulp. As she turned away, he gave her pert, firm ass another smack to remember him by. And with that, she was gone, and he was in the den alone. He moved over to the bar, replacing his used glass on the silver tray that it had been on, assuming that someone would be around to clean replace it shortly. He looked around the bar again, pulling out a circular whiskey glass.<br/><br/>Five ice cubes clinked against crystal as he looked around for what he could only assume was among the most expensive bottles of whiskey that money could buy. He'd seen it in this room the last time he was here. Unfortunately, all he'd seen was the empty bottle and the naked trio that had emptied it, and he'd been aching to try it for himself.<br/><br/>It took a bit of rummaging, but he did find it, pouring a handful of fingers into the glass and swishing it around, letting the ice mix in and only slightly dilute the amber liquid before he tasted it.<br/><br/>"Oh dear lord in heaven," A quip about better than sex came to mind, but he didn't want to jinx the rest of the evening, so he took another sip and made his way back up the steps.<br/><br/>In a few minutes, he was outside, The glass was placed on a marble counter as a pouch of tobacco was produced. A clean white square of paper was set out, and a smooth line of the poison was laid out on one end. His deft fingers rolled it quickly and his tongue, tasting of pussy, champagne and single-malt scotch ran over the paper to make it stick. The newly rolled cylinder was placed between his lips and a zippo lighter drawn from his pocket. He inhaled deeply, drawing the cigarette from his lips to add the taste of the scotch, and then exhaled a lungful of smoke.<br/><br/>"This is the life," He whispered softly.