<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c0/01/24/c00124ca07dec2655b19248e9daef3ea.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"> Nicholas Edmund Trent  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315138.msg15407279#msg15407279)</span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Poseidon<br/><strong>Location::</strong>Poseidon House<br/><strong>Company::</strong>None - Stephanie soon<br/><br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>Saturday, June 20th. Evening<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Agitated / Calm / Relaxed<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong>Crushed velvet tuxedo with a slight bluish/purple tint.<br/><br/><br/>Nate wondered why he was even going.<em> ‘Cause it was Steph and that was the only reason.  Did it matter she was probably with someone else after she left the pool?  Nope, she was Steph, but it did remind him not to get his hopes up</em>as he thought about it.<br/><br/>He pulled out a tux, not anything fancy but clean.  He wasn’t going to impress anyone.  Most people there would be women trying to impress each other.  He wasn’t nearby into the dog and pony show.  This was supposed to be a party, but he had been to a few real parties and this was more like a ball something from the antebellum era and debutante ball kinda thing.  Now he was supposed to go as someone’s…his friend’s escort.  That was all, ‘Make sure she didn’t regret her decision?<br/><br/><em>As if she would regret spending time with him…or was it that she wanted to go with someone else and he was her fallback?  Her leftovers because her main didn’t work out?!?’ </em>He showered and dressed, now he was definitely only going cause she invited him.  He was nobodies fallback, he had worth and value!  Hell had he been thinking he would have asked her then.  He could have told her NO, at the pool!  He was second to no one, not her, not his sperm donor, none of them would treat him like leftovers.’  The more the thought the angrier he became till steam came off of him, he began his mental mantra to calm himself.  He quickly cooled off and began to get dressed.  He was going to have a good time, that was all this was right.<br/><br/><em>'It wasn’t about anything but that.' </em>He was dressed and looked damned dashing in his<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">black velvet tux</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://preview.redd.it/mof2uara0q351.jpg?auto=webp&amp;s=15911146f72fc5b08b72def2481e2157254872a7)</div></div>, with a few finishing touches.  He looked into the mirror.  He closed the door to the closet on the blue tux he was going to wear.<em> ‘It was something to wear’,</em>but like he thought most people would be looking at the women there.  For him, if you’ve seen one tux you seen them all anything else was just the cut and the way it was worn.  His body filled out the suit nicely.  He stopped to get her some flowers a few roses from the greenhouse, that he put in a vase and tied a bow around it.<br/><br/><em>‘Not a date, but Steph was still special to him even if she didn’t feel the same way.’ </em>He thought,  Even he couldn’t deny that maybe that was why he was so upset…maybe he finally was willing to admit perhaps he was jealous.  He quickly shrugged it off, she wouldn’t understand.<br/><br/>He walked to her place and simply knocked on the door.  “You here lovely.”  He spoke only to knock once more, ‘maybe she changed her mind?’<br/>