<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yLIw6YT.jpg)</div>Name: Jay Garrison<br/>Day: Day 1 l 9am<br/>Outfit: Photo<br/>Mood: Excited<br/>Music inspired:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">What So Not - Touched</div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hy1tOAiePnA&amp;list=RDMM&amp;index=18 </div></div><hr/>Jay gave Sam a look up and down, tongue pressed against his white teeth as he envisioned Sam’s tongue against his jawline instead of her finger, and then it tracing to various other places on his body, including a particular area when she went to the bar and put her hands behind her back and did her shot no hands. Truth be told for that moment Jay’s mind went into overdrive with the view he had as well. He let out a loud exhale, not trying in anyway to be discrete about how much he liked the view.<br/><br/>Taking a sip of his Margherita to help himself cool down a bit, he nodded his head with satisfaction. It was a good margherita. You could tell a lot about how good someone was at making a cocktail if you asked them to make a classic. He’d been at a lot of bars and as soon as you stripped the cocktail down to its classic a lot of bartenders struggled as they couldn’t hid behind their over the top flavours.<strong>“You know what your doing Stephan, this is good!”</strong>He said complimenting him on his skills.<br/><br/>Jay turned his attention to Brittney, leaning back a bit, showing off his body even though he was still a lot more clothed than the rest of them, something he’d remedy in a second.<strong>“If I make fun of you, will you make me pay for it?”</strong>He said with a cheeky grin.<strong>“Truth be told I’d love an accent. I’ve lived all over the place which means mine is pretty basic, which is something you girls clearly are not. It’s like the producers went into my brain and figured out my fantasy. A villa, hot weather, and hot women.”</strong><br/><br/>And with that being said Jay took off his hat and then stripped off his shirt first and then his tee, pulling it over his head and revealing his own sick pack abs, muscular chest and broad shoulders.<strong>“Wish I’d got the memo about being more beach dressed. Probably was sent to me but I missed the memo. If we go into the pool I’ll have to jump in with just my boxers or go get changed,”</strong>he said as he ran his hand over his head, showing off his biceps.<strong>“You girls wouldn’t mind would ya?”</strong><br/><br/>Jay walked up behind Sam, putting his hands on her hips, standing behind her as Jay motioned to the whole group towards some of the sun loungers.<strong>“Should we take this part to the sun loungers, bring over the alcohol, some shot glasses and some lime and salt. I say we let ladies go first and they can take some shots off of us however they want.”</strong><br/><strong> </strong>