<strong>Joe Huntington</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i991.photobucket.com/albums/af32/Amberghylles/tom-petty-11th-golden-heart-awards-05bMN5.jpg)</div>The suite was very nice but Joe had known it would be.  There were privileges that came from having money and nice things was one of them.  Things like this suite and the bottle of perfectly aged bourbon that had been waiting in it.  Things like the pure silk robe he'd changed into and the luxurious armchair he was lounging in as he sipped his drink.  Things like the all American beauty that he was waiting for.  And as if by magic, there came a tap at the door to interrupt his musing.  Joe rose and swept a hand over the burgundy silk before crossing the room and opening the door.  He smiled and let his pale blue eyes roam the woman there shamelessly before stepping back and gesturing with his drinking hand for her to enter.<br/><br/>"Well hello there.  You must be Nicole's friend.  I'm Joe."<br/><br/>Once she was inside, he slipped the do not disturb card onto the door-handle and closed it.  Then he turned and leaned his back against it as he took another sip.<br/><br/>"Why don't you fix yourself a drink and get comfortable.  This bourbon is almost as exquisite as you."