<strong>Name:</strong>Terry Hunter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074475#msg13074475)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Evening - Ortiz Backyard<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Savannah Ortiz<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Medic!<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/black-metalhead-2.jpg?1490501433475&amp;1490501435218&amp;1490501437401)</div>The matriarchal attitude of the woman was actually rather soothing to Terry, something he would not have anticipated. The woman wasn't threatening to call the police, she wasn't looking to sick her dog, husband, or son on him, and she wasn't scrambling for the kitchen to grab herself a butcher knife. That alone was worth some sort of comfort. However, were he to arrive at home under similar circumstances, his own mother would be endlessly reminding him of how such behavior reflects on<em>her</em>image, and it's bad enough that Mrs. Glennford down at the supermarket had seen his father leaving that trashy dive bar on Haverford<em>again</em>and yatta yatta yatta...<br/><br/>While there was certainly displeasure at his actions -- not in the sudden violation of her private residence, but<em>being out drinking and getting himself hurt</em>-- there was a concern for his well-being. Not something he was used to from the older women in his life. Not since his Aunt died, at least.<br/><br/><strong>"You were at that party weren't you? Drinking or something?"</strong><br/><br/>"Well, I'm over twenty-one," he shrugged, "so I'm allowed." He groaned slightly at himself. "Of course, that's also why I bailed as soon as I could. Been there, done that and all." The whiskey hadn't fully been sweat free of his system, so traces of Buffalo were urging him to tell her everything. About Tae, about trying to just find some quiet company in someone else's hot tub, and fleeing. Or perhaps it was just the nature in which she tended to his foot, appealing to the fact that he hadn't really had a conversation with someone in person since... well, since he graduated, really, seeing as his parents didn't know how to have one.<br/><br/>"I think my foot got snagged on something when I um... hopped your fence," his voice quieted at the last part. He kept his clothing in place on his lap, knee bent and foot lifted on the edge of the chair so she could more easily see the cut along his foot. It ran diagonally across, not enough to be dropping onto her property or the chair but certainly covering a good amount of his foot in red. It shined wetly in the flashlight, though it could be his sock just smeared it to look worse.<br/><br/>His gaze shifted as her hand placed itself by his leg, the sudden movement bouncing his heart up in his chest for a moment. His eyes then continued to travel up the pink blazer, her flashlight illuminating her features softly. She was a gorgeous woman, and he couldn't imagine her children were truly that old. They must have been grade school at the most. She looked too young to be the parent of any child older. Of course, Terry wasn't used to being around women with artificial youth enhancement, and even if he had been the light wasn't strong enough to make it clear. Either way, his attention was pulled away even from the fact that he was nude, instead to admiration of the woman kneeling before him.