<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/7f99193bdd6c074d28540bd2f646a23f/tumblr_mmqetiDjTd1qfd2i0o1_1280.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Aaron Casey (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.msg8243097#msg8243097)<br/><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong>Night Life Photographer/Needs a WingMan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Purgatory<br/><strong>Action Summary:</strong>Complaining about lack of service<br/><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong>Eddard, not really Stark, Hughes<br/><strong> Open to Others?:</strong>Bring it on<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>It had been twenty long minutes before his beer was even on the bar let alone in his hand. When the editor asked if he was willing to review one of the hot new night spots he was all for it. Now? Well now it seemed the review was not going to go so well. Yes there were beautiful women everywhere, and yes the alcohol was going to be the best job write off ever, and yes there were several numbers that had been 'nonchalantly' pushed into his back pocket(two of them might have been from men, the lights were a little low to tell), and most importantly he had been 'accidentally' grouped a few times but damnit he was thirsty. Times were about to be grave, putting the lense cap on his camera he walked behind the bar. Usually the staff would have stopped him but a flash of a smile and acting like he belonged there usually got him out of any kind of trouble.<br/><br/>Soon he was taking drink orders. Three weeks of bartending school were thought to be a waste by everyone including his parents but he put that three weeks to good use. Granted the only people he served in his quick time behind the bar that was more of a journey to his beer were women. The drinks were probably not even mixed right but still he smiled and flirted with the best of them. Seven drinks later, a few bucks in tips, and a beer in his hand he retreated back from the bar. The club was already starting to get packed and soon they were going to stop letting people in. This was supposed to be the best assignment but Aaron found himself board. There were plenty to take pictures of and once the women found out that he was a reporter they seemed to gravitate towards the lenses. Everyone wanted their fifteen seconds of fame. It got to the point where the pictures stopped appearing natural, the skin started to be a little too exposed for anything outside of his personal collection and without someone to point and talk to it about kind of dull.<br/><br/>Ducking out into one of the service corridors he grabbed his phone and dialed the one man who could understand his plight. "What I can barely hear you, it sounds like you want to be a sugar daddy but I can't bail you out tonight I am working." Plugging his ear with the other hand Aaron pushed the phone a bit closer to his face. "Number one, what I am doing here is not a crime. I was invited, and number two, it only happened once. The rest cases were dropped so I do not want to hear your sass."<br/><br/>"Listen, I have a great gig down here and the only thing is missing is a rich play boy to class the joint up a bit more. You up for a little break. I will buy the first round."<br/>