<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WW6x8.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Elizabeth Goetz<br/><strong>Time</strong>:  Saturday Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Keith and Margo's Murder Mystery Theater<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:  Tristyn<br/><br/>Elizabeth's hand was light on Tristyn's as she stepped out of the car.  It was so low she was glad for it, though she didn't pull too much.  Or maybe he was just that strong.  Using the motion of the hand, she moved right on up into him and gave him a solid, if brief, hug, then let go and stepped back.  Her grin showed white teeth that had probably sent an orthodontist's  kid to college.<strong>"One hug, one hint,"</strong>she prompted, then reached out with both of her hands and stuck them through Tristyn's elbow to walk with him.<br/><br/>He had tight arms, she noticed.  Tight but lean, not like some of the football players who had some padding over their muscles.  Tristyn seemed to be very lean everywhere, like he was too hard core to even think about excess body fat.