<div class="floatleft">(https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1382315793/5812677.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Matthew McCormick</strong><br/><strong>Location: back at the party </strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Rian, open</strong><br/><strong>Content: Re-evaluating situation </strong><br/><strong>Wearing:Jeans, snow jacket and white Nikes</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Mid-sentence got elbowed by a newcomer, turning around quickly on his heels, "pardon miss, whats the rush?" Shaking his head, there goes the normally friendly atmosphere. Quietly withdrawing his hand from his jacket.<em>relax Matthew, not a threat, relax</em>"well that was rather rude, not sure what i did to deserve that, but i suppose you have your reasons." Chuckles, one day they will run into someone who isnt as forgiving as myself.<br/>Readjusting his jacket and removing a cigarette from his pocket, casually lighting it, setting his cup on the table. Looking towards Rian again, still rather caught in her gaze, still the young womans actions weighing on his memory. He had fought and.served, been shot and shot at to allow people like her to live freely and without care. Yet another ungrateful member of the world.