<div class="floatleft">(http://images.fashionnstyle.com/data/images/full/91629/charlie-hunnam-19-jpg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Stephen Landry<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 1st, 11:30ish<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Room 5<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White dress shirt, left open, tank top underneath, jeans,<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Stephanie Landry<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Not Yet<hr/><br/>Stephen stepped out of the bathroom, still missing his shirt, smiling as his sister entered the room. He opened his mouth to say something, but she just kinda... kept going. First about room service, then about a shower. Something about the beach being brought in, and a hermit crab lodged up somewhere. And she just kept going. She had a way of doing that. It was something that he'd gotten used to over the years, so a smile came on his lips as he just watched her, waiting for her to finish her talking and allow him to get in a word edgewise. He winced though when she mentioned getting him laid, referring to his now ex-wife as a bitch.<br/><br/>"First of all," He said, avoiding the topic of the aforementioned bitch. He'd had enough of that over the last few months," I appreciate the effort, Stephie, but I'll pass on the help to get me laid. I think I can handle that front quite well on my own," Says the guy that hasn't gotten any for over six months. But she didn't need to know that. She was right though. Just from what he'd seen coming in, there were a lot of good-looking people of both genders walking around here.<br/><br/>"Second of all, I think I'm in the mood for something... like really unhealthy. A thick milanesa steak, with a monumental portion of fries and a drink that is both fruity and boozy. And a bowl of ice cream. Like one of those bowls that they use to fill up with ice to cool champagne? It's been a while since I've had a vacation and I fully intend to take advantage," Having a drink with lunch was stuff that folks did on vacation, and fruity just meant... like, with fruits, right? Not the other meaning of the word. Like a pineapple or something. Seemed appropriate for an island paradise.<br/><br/>Oh, right.<br/><br/>"Hey, mind if I use your tablet?" He asked, before she stepped into the shower. No answer from her was generally a yes. When she had something against him doing anything, she wasn't the kind to mince her words. Yeah, if she didn't want him to use the tablet, she would have voiced her opinion on the matter with about five sentences more than were necessary. Probably include something about invasion of privacy and all that too, he thought with a chuckle, walking over to her luggage and tugging the device out of her bag. He pressed the button, watching as the screen came onto a fluffy kitten, asking for a password.<br/><br/>"Can I haz password?" He gave the kitten's quote voice with a chuckle, typing in the series of numbers that Stephie had used as a password ever since she was a teenager and thought that nobody else would guess. The locked screen disappeared, giving way to a list of the apps on the device that he could use. He settled down on his bed, wondering at the fact that the tablet had no front or back facing camera, and no microphone besides. He scrolled down the list apps, finally finding facebook. He would probably need to log off her account to get into his, but it wouldn't be a problem. He could just log back into her account. He knew the password to that one too. She hadn't changed them since she was 15.<br/><br/>He found the facebook app, and clicked it. Or tried to. Big mechanic fingers interfered as he tried to press down on the F button that facebook used as their logo, hitting one with a similar F, but with a red field behind.<br/><br/>"Fuck," He growled, watching as the screen went red, with 'Facetime XXX' coming up instead. He tried pressing the button to go back to the menu, to no avail. He scowled, watching as the screen rolled over a few times, and finally a notification appearing.<br/><br/>"No Internet Access," It said," Would you like to access stored videos?"<br/><br/>No internet. Huh. That meant no access to facebook either, he assumed. He sighed, scowling. The Ex wouldn't mind a few weeks of him not contacting Dylan, but... yeah. Likely wouldn't be any trouble, right? He idly pressed the 'View Stored Videos' button, not really paying attention anymore. The screen jumped over to a couple of videos with no titles, just... random numbers and letters. He peered closer at one of them, trying to figure out what he was looking at, before giving in and just pressing to watch the video.<br/><br/>Stephie came onto the screen, wearing makeup and her hair done up in a messy little bun above her head, her outfit... skimpy.<br/><br/>A slow tune began playing as she began swaying her hips, fingers running up her body, and Stephen a little more uncomfortable watching. His eyes narrowed but remained on the screen as the hands came up to the shoulder straps of her dress, gently tugging them lower, her eyes cast down as the dress slipped down, inching to the ground to reveal her voluptuous body, covered by only a sexy black lace  that left little to the imagination. And the more uncomfortable Stephen felt as the video carried on, the more he found he couldn't look away.