<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.chosenmodels.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/DSC00812.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Damon Millican<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Parker Commons lobby, out on the street<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Dmitri, Jason, Jordan, Martina, Ryder, Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Extricating himself and Dmitri to let the ladies be alone<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>He's still not changing in the lobby. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=147482125)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Damon only briefly interjected into the ladies's conversation to answer Ryder's questions: "<strong>I don't even recognise my own face in photos or mirrors, but I can still tell who is and isn't attractive to me.</strong>" A short and simple answer, and one he hoped wouldn't set off Martina again. He mentally filed away the fact that Ryder was Liz's sister and staying with her for a bit, and that Martina was currently hotel/couch surfing. He briefly considered offering Martina his couch to crash on, but decided against it; not only would it seem creepy and sketchy as all hell, but he got the distinct impression that even if they hadn't just met 5 minutes ago she would rather chew out her own eyeballs than accept his help with anything. As Ryder and Martina were now having an actual conversation/flirting session, Damon took the moment to check his phone. Text from Jason. Oops. He'd picked the wrong name form his contacts list, and instead of checking on Jordan, had texted Jason instead. His brain was apparently very uncooperative with his plans today, but it wasn't quite too late. First, he replied to Jason:<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Accidentally fell asleep doing a puzzle and listening to Shakespeare. It was a good puzzle, though, and I'm not really one for costume parties. Busy morning, or not so much?</span></strong></div><br/>Then copy-pasted his check-up message and sent it to Jordan:<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Hey, just checking up on you. Had a good night? Did you get home safely?</span></strong></div><br/>Just after hitting send, he heard yet another unfamiliar voice, and turned to look at the new man who had entered the lobby. '<em>I feel like today is going to be very difficult.</em>' he thought, biting his lip, '<em>Three new people in the span of five minutes... Not undoable, but...</em>' He pushed thoughts of failure out of his mind, and properly greeted the newcomer. "<strong>Nice to meet you, Dmitri, I'm Damon. I live just upstairs.</strong>" he introduced himself, "<strong>And if you need coffee... Hmm, Sinfully Sweet is pretty close... It's a bakery and coffeehouse... And a wine bar, I suppose, later in the evening. I could take you there, if you want.<strong>"</strong></strong>He glanced briefly at Ryder and Martina, as a way of silently inviting them along if they wanted to come without putting them too much on the spot, before turning back to Dmitri. Introduction over and offer to guide Dmitri to coffee complete, Damon took a moment to take stock of the man, and gave him a once-over.<br/><br/>'<em>Hmm... Clearly not a morning person, he barely managed to dress himself before going for coffee.</em>' he thought, '<em>Seems cheery enough, though. Hmm...</em>' Something about Dmitri struck him as strange, and it wasn't the odd ensemble the man was wearing. '<em>I'll figure it out later, probably best not to worry about it too much right now.</em>'