<div class="floatleft">(http://chadwickmodels.com/wp-content/uploads/Todd-Finlay-81.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Thomas Malcolm<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Senior Copywriter<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 1st, Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Game Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charlotte, Jorja, OPEN<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>N/A<hr/><br/>"What can I say?" Thomas said with a small smile for Jorja and a wink for Charlie," I like tempting. It comes naturally," He was enjoying himself already, and the pool game hadn't even started. As Jorja introduced herself, and, without so much as a 'may I?' snatched Thomas' pool cue from his hands, quickly working a handful of balls over the green field of the table. He watched, the smile lingering, although returning to that halfsmile/smirk that seemed to be constantly on his face, like he studied the world some something akin to cynical amusement.<br/><br/>"Thomas," He introduced himself, and placed a hand over the small of Charlie's back," Charlie. It's a... pleasure to meet you, Jorja," He paused in his sentence and stopped talking altogether as she proceeded to slam down each and every one of the five stripes that she's laid out.<br/><br/>"That's pretty impressive. I've played a few games in my time," His hand seemed reluctant to leave Charlie's back, but it did, and he moved over to pick up another stick for himself, taking on of the chalks and applying it idly to the tip," Never more than a drunken passtime, made fun by the company rather than the game itself."