<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a8/f0/e5/a8f0e5bb596f1b6988d010c415319e65.jpg)</div>Name: Stephan Douglas Fine<br/>Day: Day 1 l 9am<br/>Outfit: photo<br/>Mood: Relaxed<br/>Music inspired:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Hillbilly Martini  ;) </div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74UWc5EJJQI </div></div><hr/><br/>Stephen couldn’t help but smirk a bit as Jay seemed to garner all the attention.  It wasn’t like him to take the spotlight he was a bit more observant and he wasn’t the interrupt type.  But sometimes it was like that.  “Stephen, the name.  I might be able to do a little somethin’ somethin’ back here.  Really you want a regular margarita?  Playa I am Michelangelo but whatever the customer wants.”<br/><br/>He realized he had let it slip but he was at home back here, he didn’t me to let out that this was home.  He probably should have been open to hugging the two women first.  They seemed to be having a good time…more of a good time once Jay showed up it seems.<br/><br/>Maybe next he will be more friendly and less…serving since it seems the two women were far more into the feels than the drinks.  Not that any of them were lacking as far as his attention went.<br/><br/>He waited for Sam’s request now.   He could see Brittney looking at him, he did his best not to lick his lips, but that was such an utter fail as he felt his tongue against his teeth a little too late.  She probably saw him imagine her as candy already.  Maybe he was a bit shy, which honestly didn’t help him at all as far as the two ladies went as they both seemed to end up on either side of Jay.  He did wink at Brittney ponder how he could pull those strings by nightfall.  He watched Brittney want to get on the Jay express with her eyes as well.  He chuckled as neither of them missed the lingering hug from Sam to Jay.<br/><br/>“Well hello Brittney, welcome to the bar in the middle of this Oasis.  How may<em><strong>‘I’ </strong></em>serve you?”  He asked letting her take that however she wished whether it was a drink or anything else.<br/><br/>He wasn't the only one that could turn a phrase into something else.   “Thirsty? I certainly can satisfy a few palates.  What flavor tickles your fancy, what are you in the mood for?”  He asked a subtle growl behind his request, it was soft but it was there.  “I would like a few shots myself," as he looked her over.  “Maybe a few with no glass?”  He teased.<br/><br/>“Maybe after I make the drinks you and I can explore the villa?”  He said easily enough.<br/>