<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a8/f0/e5/a8f0e5bb596f1b6988d010c415319e65.jpg)</div>Name: Stephan Douglas Fine<br/>Day: Day 1 l 9am<br/>Outfit: photo<br/>Mood: Relaxed<br/>Music inspired:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">PIMP</div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UDApZhXTpH8 </div></div><hr/>Stephen was finishing up his internship with Nursing school, he was needless to say a rockstar, top of his class a few offers from some really good hospitals and clinics wanting for him to come.<br/>Even decent signing bonuses.  But he still felt out of place and he was apparently still trying to discover himself, which explained why he was still bartending with 2 degrees.  Those paid the bills this provided the fun for his hedonistic lifestyle.  He couldn’t very well break any hearts or become attached if he was free and simply enjoying.<br/><br/>He was riding down the road to a lavish-looking penthouse, he had signed up to be on this show a few months ago, it was a prank that a couple of his classmates talked him into.  He never expected to get chosen yet here he was about to have the summer of his life with the chance to simply enjoy a summer of fun and debauchery.  Those bartender skills should come in handy.<br/><br/>He looked at them as they brushed his face, the make-up person kept eyeing him.  He put his hand on her hip, she popped it, he moved it only to put it back.<br/>She popped it again. Smiling each time.<br/><br/>He moved it to her waist this time, she let it rest there, she finished his make and then leaned in.  “If this doesn’t work out, I just may give you my number." She teased, but walk off her hips switch a bit as she disappeared behind a wall.  He nodded as he was now sitting in a chair.  He was instructed to look at the camera.  (5…4…3…2..)<br/><br/>“Yes, I am Stephen…”  He frowned as the person mouthed<em>‘No last names’</em><br/><br/>“So yeah 27 years old, I am definitely a BMW – Black Man Working – 2 and a half jobs I think, but still make time for fun.<br/>I work like a Georgia mule and play like every day is my last!  Last real relationship was in college.  9 months ago, lasted about 18 months. I work as a bartender currently and the tips are amazing.  I am about that life now.”<br/><br/>“What? Flaw?  Hmm.  I think I am jaded.  Never trust a big butt and a smile!  Everyone has an angle.”  He said.<br/><br/>He was freed and he moved to go.  He was steered toward the waiting area and he was stunned at the eye candy there.  “MMM oh my!”<br/>He moved to go get something to drink, he saw the thick one and keep this mouth closed from drooling.  Then the blonde, he saw several body shots in his future.<br/><br/>“Stephen it is my pleasure to meet you both.” He said moving behind the bar, with practiced ease as he made himself something with cranberry juice and orange juice.  It was refreshing with a much-delayed kick.<br/><br/>