<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e0/Ryan.jpeg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong>  </td><td> Curtis Casey <br/> (https://segedydaniel.wixsite.com/ouatgm)     </td><td><strong>|||</strong> Once Upon a Time (http://segedydaniel.wixsite.com/onceuponatimerp/)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Time:</strong>  </td><td>July 15, 2014</td><td><strong>|||</strong>10:31pm</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong>  </td><td>The Gold Club </td><td><strong>|||Tag:</strong>  N/A        <br/></td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>Curtis was indeed taken aback, sensing her at the last possible second as he was just about ready to ease back and enjoy the show. Assuming the presence behind him was a club waitress, Curtis swiveled his neck, nearly doing a full circle when he realized how close she actually had gotten to him. "Uhh...hey! Hey! Another round's fine....." He eyed the woman from head to toe, a coy smile slowly becoming the shape of his lips. "fine....indeed. Hi, I'm Ryan Marlow." His eyes squinted a bit flirtatiously, his pheremonal scent a faint odor of vanilla with a dash of cedar wafting through the air and into her nostrils. The scent was captivating...intoxicating....just below overwhelming. It would be so easy to let go of inhibitions...get lost in the scent, in his gaze-But nevertheless, there was something dangerous about this man. Something silently, subtly, dangerous. And there is no doubt that Emma Swan's 6th sense would whisper warnings on the natural secretion of Draconian hormone.<br/><br/>His hand slowly moved towards her hips, stopping just short of them. His legs rose to his full 6''2" height, as if his hand held the power of his own marionette. "You're...not a waitress, are you?" His eyes locked on to hers, as he breathed evenly and softly. His hand remained steady, open, inviting. An intimate handshake was being strongly advised.