<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7AU0lEv.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Jake Mitchum</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Evening - Eames Residence --->  Weaver Way sidewalk<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Slacks, dark dress shirt with sleeves rolled up<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Checking in and checking out<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jake wasn't quite sure what he was expecting when he began to make his way to the party.<br/><br/>It was a part of his way of getting out and exploring a bit more, of relaxing and unwinding a bit.  Time and time again he had heard that he needed to loosen up, relax a bit, live a little.<br/><br/>He had heard about the party earlier that day, and had been in the back of his mind as some way of fate, perhaps.  Already in the neighborhood, helping out one of his clients with some photos, he had thought of stopping by the party, seeing what was going on, living and relaxing a bit as he had so often been told.<br/><br/>With a bottle of coke, mixed with a healthy dose of bourbon, he had begun to walk down the street, looking forward to the party and night, but as he got closer, the more and more vast did his reservations grow about the place, with it's loud, boisterous music that seemed to have not a care in the world for the neighbors or others around them.<br/><br/>Only a minute in to his arrival at the party, after doing what he had originally come there to do, with one look, Jake decided he had had enough.  “Nope.” He said to himself, shaking his head in mild amusement at the atmosphere of the place.<br/><br/>Trouble was written all over it, it seemed, making him reminisce of bad high school parties he had tried to forget.  Just being there for that one moment made him feel grossly out of place, like he didn't belong there at all in such alien territory.  One moment there was all he needed to know it was time for him to go, especially at the sight of adults seemingly, as he thought, coming to break it up.<br/><br/>A swig of the bottle was taken, sating his thirst, as he slipped out of the party and began to walk back up the street, trying to think of something to do with his time.