<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/29/fe/e3/29fee345d3ea45a495a6225f5a662886.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Corwin Lynch (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293586.msg14412647#msg14412647)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>9-ish, June First<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Lanai, Bar<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Quenching a Thirst<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>Light<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN<br/><hr/>He had most of the month to relax in a swim suit, towel, robe, or nothing at all. Tonight was meant for relaxation true, but it was also about first impressions.<br/><br/>Getting his drunk on aside, he wanted that impression to be the best.<br/><br/>There's been drinks in the minibar in his cabana, but Corwin was in the mood for some mingling and conversation tonight. These were the people that he would be sharing time with here over the duration of his stay, and he wanted to get the akwardness of getting acquainted out of the way so they could all enjoy their time without without having to worry about it later. It wasn't a loud party. The kind that he went to never were. There was live music being played for those that felt like dancing, but it wasn't loud enough to be a bother. Drinks were half off and there was food and people already assembled. He was a little late, but stylishly so.<br/><br/>When he arrived at the bar, one of the uniformed men approached him, wordlessly asking him what he'd have.<br/><br/>"Scotch," He said, swiping his card through the machine. He'd opened a credit line with the hotel, so anything that he consumed that wasn't included in his package would simply be added to his final bill," Two ice cubes and a splash of soda, thanks."<br/><br/>There wasn't a trace of his original accent. It had a tendency to show up here or there, but so far no encounter had been passionate or distracting enough to drag it out of him.<br/><br/>The night was young, though.<br/><br/>The low cut crystal tumbler full of the only slightly diluted amber liquid was presented to him with admirable speed, and Corwin took the short straw out and handed it back to the barkeep. He liked having contact with his alcohol, thank you very much. Taking a long sip and offering a gentle grunt of appreciation for drink, he turned away from the bar, mentally preparing himself for the night ahead.