<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a0/SamMask.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Sam "Mr. Clean," Bathroom Attendant</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong>Backyard<br/><strong>When: </strong>Friday, Dusk<br/><strong>Who: </strong>Moloch, Snow, OPEN<br/><strong>Status: </strong>CLOSED<br/><hr/><br/>Moloch seemed friendly enough, even behind the pensive and immensely mysterious aura that he radiated. Except the man still had this intrigue to Sam. The need to know more about what he could possibly be behind the mask. Not in the sense of identity, but in the sense of sexual secrets. Sam had seen a lot of people come through the bathroom stalls at the Carnival Club. Some were drunks, thirsting for the next orgasm. Some where experimenters, deviants who did things behind closed doors they couldn't bring home to their families. Then there were some who lusted for adventure, along with the others he hadn't met yet. Sam look a moment, probably a longer one than he should have, to eye the man. Deciding what unknown category to place him in, and how to correctly deal with the mess he would make of Sam's body afterward.<br/><br/>At least. That's how he saw it.<br/><br/>His hand slipped behind his head. Blunt nails scratching the short cropped dirty blonde hair that was always the exact same length. Thanks to a really good loyalty system at a local barbershop. His other hand reached out to Moloch to greet him. "<strong>My name is Sam. I'm one of the employees here at the club,</strong>" he said nodding his head downward as his tight grip clenched on Moloch's hand. Wondering if Moloch's grip was tighter than his own, showing a bit of dominance in just the early stages of introduction. It could determine a lot about a person. "<strong>You may seen me in the bathrooms  on your other stays. They also call me, 'Mr. Clean,'</strong>" he added. A smile on his face indicating that he was very proud of the title. "<strong>I feel like I would have remembered you if I had seen you before...</strong>" he added and left his sentence trailing off. Almost as if it was a masked invitation of saying that Sam was interested.<br/><br/>That's when his eyes couldn't help but linger to the side of his vision. The sight of a light crisp orange caught his eye, but then vixen of a beauty that it was attached to the tresses of crimson hair caught his attention. Sam nodded his head to Moloch upward, and his posture straightened. Appearing only slightly taller, but still struggling to catch the towering height of Moloch. One raise of his eyebrows, and that boyish smile could only mean one thing. Sam was initiating the '<em>Dude, I got this,</em>' page of the bro-code.<br/><br/>The NFL wannabe of a man brought his hand to his mouth, making sure to flex his bicep in the process and allow the black silk material of his robe to stretch against the massive muscles. "<strong>You finding everything alright, ma'am? You look a little lost,</strong>" he added. Tossing another glance at Moloch through his mask, as he weaseled his way into some terrible charm.