<div class="floatleft">(https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1382315793/5812677.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Matthew McCormick</strong><br/><strong>Location: back at the party </strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Olivia, open</strong><br/><strong>Content: curiosity and sleeplessness  </strong><br/><strong>Wearing: Jeans, snow jacket and white Nikes</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Waiting for the irate man to pass before walking towards the party.  Jacket hanging loosely over his white t-shirt, dog tags hanging proudly in the middle of his chest. Looking around he noticed a few new faces, amongst Isis and Eiryn. Shrugging, he approached the bar and made a quick Jack and Coke. Sipping quietly, taking in everyone from a distance, he knew Eiryn was a tough one but had a meaning well heart, Isis, the very bubbly one, and ofcourse the angry, yet handsome man from earlier.<em>danger assessment now Matthew, really?</em>shaking his head, old habits and all that.<br/>Waving nonchalantly at Isis and Eiryn, giving Eiryn a sly thumbs up as they were leaving before returning to his scan of the room. A cute redhead had joined the party, and a lovely dark haired woman at another table. Shouldnt be rude he thought and go make himself friendly casually walking to the table in which the dark haired woman sat, "pardon me miss, may i sit awhile? Im trying to meet my soon to be neighbors" finishing with a small smile<em>dont be akward, dont be akward</em>"may i ask your name miss?"