<div class="floatleft">(https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1382315793/5812677.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Matthew McCormick</strong><br/><strong>Location: outside Parker Commons </strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Isis and Eiryn</strong><br/><strong>Content: Intrigued yet lost in memory</strong><br/><strong>Wearing: Marine Dress Blues</strong><br/><hr/><br/>One doesn't survive out in the field without being able to pay attention, and the hints were impossible to miss. Turning on the sly to face Eiryn, he spoke quietly and out of Isis' earshot, "I really think she digs you, just saying."  Giving her shoulder a small nudge with his elbow, winks and smiles. Turning to Isis, nods and says, "well, safest your apartment can get for a night", clears his throat, "love the Italian, alles ich weiss ist Deutsch gesprache"<br/><br/>Smiling happily, the alcohol beginning to take effect, becoming a tad more loose, his normally over worked mind, beginning to relax, "so Maggie has company? Oh, i think i get what your saying" laughs and stretches his legs and arms, the cold had played a little trick on his muscles by tensing them up, "so Eiryn, your an artist? I'd love to see your work sometime, seeing how you are, i bet its pretty awesome"<em>ooh, getting all adventurous</em>