<strong>Name:</strong>Terry Hunter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074475#msg13074475)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Evening - Eames Residence<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aric, Jake, Desiree, Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Leisurely stroll<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/black-metalhead-2.jpg?1490501433475&amp;1490501435218&amp;1490501437401)</div>“Thanks bud, but I'm not drinking tonight.” Terry lifted his own glass in salute as the well-dressed fellow revealed his (presumably) alcohol free beverage, giving a nod before turning back to his new companion... well,<em>almost</em>turning back. He did a bit of a double-take as he watched the girl from the entrance hastening to catch up with the bearded man, her skirt covering very little of her thighs and drawing all the attention to 'dat ass'. "Damn," he softly commented, nodding in approval as he turned back to the tall but baby-faced gentleman beside him.<br/><br/>"Black Grouse. Hard to find, but know a shop that keeps it in stock and pretty lax on checking IDs."<br/><br/>"Damn!" Terry commented again, snatching the offered flask immediately. He had only had Black Grouse once before. He and his band-mates purchased a bottle to celebrate their first successful performance together at some dive bar outside the College. Go big or go home, right? They were never able to bring themselves to purchase something so expensive again. Terry tipped his head back, taking maybe a half a shot's worth out of respect, letting the flavor sit on his tongue for a bit before welcoming the burn down his throat.<br/><br/>"Names Aric Vale. You get the 'things going sideways' vibe as well?"<br/><br/>Terry went to hand the flask back, but Aric's hands were now both occupied. So, he held the tumbler in one hand, flask in the other, looking like a silly alcoholic strutting down the suburban sidewalk.<br/><br/>"I dunno about going sideways," he shrugged. "More that I'm done with high school, I'm done with College, and hangin' around a bunch of kids where it's all new...." He crinkled his nose. "Been there, done it, not gonna try and relive it." His mind flashed back to the Jessica Rabbit, talking quite excitedly with the young men surrounding her, all gawking and vying for her attention.<br/><br/>"So how long you been in the neighborhood?" he continued. "That party may have been a cluster, but it doesn't mean we can't find someplace else to relax and drink and converse. I'd offer my place, but, um..." he reflected on his Uncle's more lax nature as of late, and the neglected state of his pool. "It's not guest ready." He nodded, taking another sip of his Buffalo Trace. The combination of whiskeys both warmed him, while simultaneously beginning to add a bit more of a skip to his step.