<hr/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/sites/menshealth.com/files/styles/slideshow-desktop/public/images/slideshow2/warrior-intro.jpg?itok=tueEocFW)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nicohlas van Helzen<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Gym Trainer / Health & Fitness Instructor<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 2, 9:30 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Grand Foyer<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Grey Dress Shirt and Black Pants.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sarah, Open.<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>None Yet<hr/><br/>Dancing or just grooving to the music was one of Nicholas' pastimes from his days as a marine in the Dutch armed forces. Heading to town for a hot night after harsh training was a way to relax, and Nicholas was often popular with the after-activities with a local who decided to stick with the military man. He as a man with few restrains, for he knew that life could be short, and within that time it would be best to live it to the fullest. It was why he was always prepared for a woman, someone who could satisfy Nicholas to the point that if it was his last moment, he could die happy, a smile on his face.<br/><br/>So here he was, giving more than a few butts a nice slap and a gentle squeeze as he stepped his way through the mass of bodies. No luck so far in scoring an episode in bed so far, but Nicholas was determined to change that, and a determined man would be more focused in his work, his eyes scanning the people before him before a mop nearly smacking him in the face. Dodging at the last moment, Nicholas recognised the woman as Sarah Levitz, a Gate Agent of Fhloston who he chatted with once or twice before on land.<br/><br/>She seemed new, slightly hesitant in her movements, yet Nicholas could feel that sense of freedom emanating from her. A smile appeared on his face, the gym instructor slowly slid his way to her back, hands slowly resting on her hips as he guided her to a new tune. A passing waiter, keeping his composure as he weaved through the sea of bodies, provided Nicholas with a drink, a glass of tequila. Taking a sip, Nicholas brought himself to the front, eyes meeting Sarah's as he smiled, taking another swallow of his drink while moving to the beat.<br/><br/><strong>"You dance good."</strong>Nicholas said.<strong>"Still, you should let loose. Need a drink to help you along?"</strong>The glass was in his hand, Nicholas making a subtle gesture to it.