<div class="floatright">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Carterkilt_zpsfb43cb43.jpg)</div>Name: Carter<br/>Location: in the pool<br/><br/>Clearly, Carter was broadcasting being nervous worse than he'd thought. He'd get close and shy back and he couldn't help but feel like it was making him look like an idiot. This was like being that lanky, awkward teen he'd been so many years ago. Now he was stuck in the pool with no one but Marcos for god sake.<br/><br/>Not how he wanted his day to go. Nosiree.<br/><br/>Firming his jaw, Carter mused that all he could do at this point was try to look friendly and hope that his blue eyes hadn't darkened up the way he suspected they had. Having a tell always sucked.<br/>