<div class="floatleft">(http://ic.pics.livejournal.com/sant0/12734640/115943/115943_original.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aaron King (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12797348#msg12797348)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee | Bartender<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 1st | 11 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Front Entrance --> Mansion, Second Floor | Room Two<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/94/d2/7d/94d27d1277cb9beb9379d1ab9a199a7a.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erica and James<strong>Mentioned:</strong>Stephanie Landry<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>-<hr/><br/>Aaron had enjoyed the leisurely cruise toward the island. He was filled with excitement for what was to come. For once, instead of serving drinks to the guests throughout their luxury vacation, he'd be experiencing one. Erica was not the least bit relaxed by the rocking of the yacht as it sailed the pristine sea. Instead, she spent a lot of the time just trying to fight through the minor nausea she experienced. He found it adorable, and though he didn't say so outright, it could easily be picked up on in the way he smirked at her with a subtle deviousness. Little did he know, she herself had a devious plan.<br/><br/>He'd been amused to see the greeting his boss had given them. It was drunken, swear-filled goodness. But his amusement started to die down as Erica started to speak up. They knew each other? As he watched the exchange play out, it became painfully obvious that the relationship between them was complex. She showed him spite, he teased her for it, and to his keen eye, both seemed more tense than they let on. He had a pretty good guess as to the nature of their relationship by the time their attentions turned to him.<br/><br/>He picked up on the fact that James seemed to think her suggestive proposal was directed at him, but thought it best not to bring attention to that. From the looks of things, both men had been played like fiddles, and he had no intention to play along.<br/><br/>It was James's utterance of the word 'wife' that caught him off guard. His brows raised in surprise as his mind raced to put things together. He'd expected them to be exes. Were they separated? What kind of shit had she brought him into? This momentary loss of composure passed quickly enough, when the man corrected himself. Aaron shook his hand curtly. He was not one to be rude. "Yup." He couldn't say much else than that at the moment. His brain was too fixated on how pissed off he was. His and Erica's relationship had been more of a sexual one, and he knew that much, but was it so wrong for him to expect a fun time with her on a luxury retreat? Apparently so.<br/><br/>He watched Richards walk off to happily greet another woman. At least it looked like this bizarre experience hadn't ruined the mood. Though seeing their unabashedly flirtatious exchange, and those of the others around him, he wasn't entirely sure what the mood was supposed to be. He turned to look down at Erica, the irritation contained on his face, but not in his eyes. "Yeah, let's go to the room. We have some shit to talk about." With that casually said, he began to lead her into the mansion. It was a shame. Coming here, he thought they'd be spending time in their shared room fucking like wild animals, not arguing.