<div class="floatleft">(https://31.media.tumblr.com/da72424bb065c854ea388f9fbeaab21d/tumblr_naopyyK8vw1rjpd1ko1_r1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Rob Tucker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10420121#msg10420121)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Sarita “Rita” Santos<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Sitting Area<br/><strong>When: </strong>Saturday, August 2nd, Evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://www.polyvore.com/adultresortmeetandgreet/set?id=133210408)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It had been a lonely walk back to the club for Rob.  He had walked in silence, eyes forward, replaying the past moments in his mind as he tried to think of something to do to take his mind off of his failure of an evening.<br/><br/>By most accounts, it had seemed as if the evening was going good, undoubtedly better than he had planned.  When Ryan had mentioned going down to the club, he had assumed he'd be stuck there alone for the evening, stuck watching other coupled up while alcohol kept him company.  Melissa had seemingly changed that at first.  The young woman seemed like the much needed change of pace needed in his life at he moment, a welcomed surprise he hadn't quite expected.  But as seemed to happen, luck wasn't on his side.<br/><br/>He had left her there in her cottage, packing in a hurry.  They had been only in the room for a few moments, inching closer to having some much needed fun and excitement, when the phone rang and shattered that moment.  She was leaving.  For how long, if she would ever be back, remained to be unseen.  But what was clear that evening was that Rob was once again in his usual lonely spot.<br/><br/>Going back to the room had sounded, at first, like a decent option.  A long bath and a book sounded appealing, welcoming after the evening of disappointment, followed up with pleasuring himself to ease the case of blue balls courtesy of Melissa.  But for the life of him, Rob wasn't ready to turn in just yet.  He wasn't ready to admit defeat, to go back to the dull and boring state of his life.  Instead, he ventured back into the club after a quiet walk across the grounds, back to the Allnighter for at least a little nightcap before bed.<br/><br/>It did not take long to spot the appealing woman standing at the bar, wearing what appeared to be a black and red outfit, with combat boots on her.  She seemed interesting enough at first glance, attractive without a doubt in his mind.  He at least hoped for an interesting conversation.<br/><br/>Walking up to her at the bar.  “Can I buy you a drink?” He asked politely.