<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/7f99193bdd6c074d28540bd2f646a23f/tumblr_mmqetiDjTd1qfd2i0o1_1280.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Aaron Casey (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.msg8243097#msg8243097)<br/><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong>Night Life Photographer/Gawking, Oogling, Pissing off Friends<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Purgatory<br/><strong>Action Summary:</strong>Gloating, Attempting to be Charming<br/><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong>Eddy von Moneybags, D<br/><strong> Open to Others?:</strong>All aboard!<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was not that far out of the ordinary that he would actually be working on a Friday night. It was a very loose definition of working, how many men were asked to go to a hot club on the company tab and take pictures. It was a fluff piece but that did not mean the reporter was going to enjoy it. At the very least there was not sand everywhere. "Oh does that mean you owe me money? I won't have to send you collections to get it will I?" Aaron held the phone a bit way from his ear as it ruffled. There was going to be a smart ass comment in three, two... and ... "Really all of these years together and its going to be me offering to buy you a drink that causes you to keel over? You did remember to write me in the will right?"<br/><br/>"Anyway, the new club Purgatory. Not the old one on 64th street but the one on 73rd. Seems these religious names are becoming a thing now. You know back in Af.." That was about all he could get through when he felt someone bump into him. It was not much of an impact so who ever had fallen into can't have weighed much over... why hello there. The phone was abruptly hung up without a second thought of the man on the other end. There was supposed to be a code, bros before hoes but that really would not apply to someone like them and besides, Eddy von Money Bags, would get over it. "What conversation?" There was a flash of a grin but then his head tilted as he took in her eyes. The smile stayed there even now that it was no longer needed. It took more then an odd color pair of eyes to get Aaron off of his game.<br/><br/>Then again, it could just be contacts. There was no one with her nor was there any of the usual paraphernalia of a blind person. It really did not matter but his curiosity was not a bit more interesting then it had been. "Oh that conversation? Well he is used to that by now." He took the offered hand. It was not the usual handshake he gave to other men but let his fingers slide along her palm before holding firmly but not enough to cause any kind of discomfort. "Though I hope you will not mind me taking your picture?" He brought his phone up with his other hand, "It is not every day that I get to hang up on a friend to talk to a beautiful woman." Before she could really answer he snapped the picture and with a few quick key strokes had it on its way to his wingman.<br/><br/>"The name is Aaron, what's yours?" it was at least better then the standard How you doin?<br/>