<div class="floatleft">(https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1382315793/5812677.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Matthew McCormick</strong><br/><strong>Location: back at the party </strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Rian, open</strong><br/><strong>Content: flirty but saying goodbye </strong><br/><strong>Wearing:Jeans, snow jacket and white Nikes</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Allowing his eyes to slowly and cautiously take in her every detail, she was beautiful without a doubt, almost perfect. From her eyes, to the way she spoke, all of it nearlt screamed beauty.   "Well, i would hate to keep you in the cold, i would love to spend some time with you" finishing with a calm, happy smile.  Raising his glass, "to friendship and learning of one another", in his best imitation of an old english accent.<em>good job Sir Lay-it-on-thick.</em><br/><br/>As she was saying her goodbyes, he turned to watch her leave, perhaps tomorrow he would drop by and perhaps be a little less akward. He wished heavily that the drink was not inhibiting his thoughts, for a moment, he couldve sworn she had examined.him thoroughly, but he wouldn't dwell on it, incase he were wrong.<em>okay hot shot, you need sleep.</em><br/>At that thought, he made his way slowly to the apartment in which his friend had given him, maybe after a nights sleep, he would approach the beauty again. Laying his bag carefully against the wall of the apartment, he lay asleep, thoughts of the night, of her, and what it may be.