<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/5135613/740full-todd-finlay.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Thomas Malcolm<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Senior Copywriter<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Aug. 1st, 12:00ish<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Comfortable dress shirt, white slacks, Loafers<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Resident of Room 8 (Devon)<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Not at the moment<hr/><br/>His roommate woke up suddenly, making Thomas wince. He hated being woken up from naps by bumbling idiots making too much noise. The only thing he hated more, in fact, was being the bumbling idiot in the same scenario. He raised a hand, an apology already beginning to form on his lips when the man quickly grabbed a pillow and put it over a strategic spot, jumping up to see who the intruder was.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, didn't mean to w..." He paused. The young man's face was... familiar. He met a lot of people at work, but this man wasn't one of them. No. The man's face brought back memories that were slightly hazed by alcohol, pleasure, fun, the salty taste of sweat on his lips as fingers moved over his body. Nathan? Who the fuck was Nat....<br/><br/>Fuck.<br/><br/>Memories clicked into place with vague mental images. Nathan was a name that he tended to use on trysts that had all fun and nothing more in mind. One night stands was the colloquial term, but a much needed stress reliever was how he viewed them. A night wrapped up with a stranger, hot, passionate, and something to remember fondly, adding to the bittersweet touch of how it ended so quickly. And that particular night, 'Nathan' had had a wonderful time in his hotel room with...<br/><br/>"Connor?" The room was dark, but the use of his fake name had all but sealed the young man's identity in his mind. Connor was the name that he had used that night, he was sure of it. Although the odd doubt that Connor might not be his real name either crept into Thomas' mind," I'm... it's going..." He decided to leave that sentence were it was.<br/><br/>This was... awkward. No, no, this took awkward into another level. What were the chances that Connor worked for the same company as he did? There was a small part of him that wanted to actually do the math on just how likely it was for him to end up on a one night stand with someone that worked for Fhloston. But that was an issue for another time.<br/><br/>"It's... Thomas, actually," He said, the redness coming over his face hopefully covered by the darkness of the room. The guy was gonna find out one way or another, best if it came from him.<br/><br/>"How have you been?"