<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/MarcusBeck.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Marcus Beck (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10533965#msg10533965)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Bar<br/><strong>When: </strong>August 3rd, near midnight<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Shorts (http://www.notempire.com/images/uploads/bandofoutsidersWindowpaneShorts.jpg), shirt (http://www.backcountry.com/images/items/large/CHT/CHT3375/ASP.jpg), unbuttoned, and boat shoes<br/><hr/><br/>He raised both eyebrows when she spoke. Even over the pounding music, he could hear the accent in her voice, and it brought a smile to his face. Personally, he thought accents were quite attractive. He chuckled and raised his beer back, clinking it carefully against the side of her glass before bringing it to his lips and drinking a good portion. "Well, the way this place works, if you don't end up asleep somewhere you're not too familiar with, it'd be a waste of a night anyways!"<br/><br/>The spirit of the club was getting to him, and his bad joke hit the floor hard. He placed a palm on his forehead as his cheeks turned red. He had not had a drink for a long time, for his job was taxing; perhaps the alcohol hit him harder now? "Bad joke. Sorry." he said good-naturedly as he grinned at her. "But anyways, nice to meet you, Samantha. Name's Marcus! May I say, you have the most beautiful eyes." Indeed, her dark red hair, made almost glowing by the lights of the club, contrasted beautifully with her piercing gray-blue eyes. He set his beer down and glanced at the dancers. "You here to dance?"