<div class="floatright">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Carterkilt_zpsfb43cb43.jpg)</div>Name: Carter<br/>Location: near front door<br/><br/>Well, at least the suggestion for the relief of the pool had filtered through some of the group. The haze of nerves and underlying lust was like a taste in the air and Carter was getting more than a little conflicted by it. He could feel the frown of headache between his brows and he made a conscious effort to try and relax.<br/><br/>"Shoulda brought something alcoholic with me," he muttered, probably amusing Marcos.<br/><br/>Rubbing his removed tee over his face he flashed a smile at the one new girl he'd barely noted, another swarthy beauty with dramatic bone structure, but fell silent as yet another stranger stepped in.<br/><br/>Fuck. The reality of eighteen people was starting to sink in now. When the new guy, slightly built and clearly distracted, looked around with a smile, Carter quirked one back. No point in being a jerk to anyone in this Twilight Zone dorm of weirdness, right?<br/><br/>Pool, right.