<div class="floatleft">(http://kaispace.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/fc-jack.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Eric Caulfield (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948143#msg7948143)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Woods<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"SIMON!"</strong>It was the first thing Eric heard aside from the music being played by some band he'd likely never hear of again.  He was just breaking through the wall of trees, wondering what the hell he was doing there, but the sudden exclamation caught his attention.  He turned to look at the young woman, his gaze remaining upon her as she continued her scene.  She was definitely nice enough to look at, and based on what she was saying, she would be a pretty easy mark.  She was already drunk, emotionally vulnerable, and craved attention.  He was surprised she didn't already have four dicks inside her.  He watched her another moment, taking a sip from a flask that he carried, picturing what kind of lay she'd be.  She looked at least a decade younger than he was, not that that bothered him.  After all, three years ago he'd been engaged to a sixteen year old girl, and if he met a sixteen year old like that again, he knew he'd not feel any reservation about getting inside her.  He wasn't here for a sixteen year old, though.  There was someone very specific he was here for.<br/><br/>Without looking down, he re-screwed the cap on his flask and slid it into a pocket, an act he'd learned over the past year to manage flawlessly even after being a bit hammered.  Reaching into another pocket, he pulled out the letter he'd been given.  "She needs you," it said.  He knew that Scarlett needed him.  He'd known since he'd walked in on her while she was on the phone.  Walking out into the open area, he headed toward the refreshment table and grabbed a beer, pulling out his key chain complete with bottle opener.  He downed half of it in one swig, unaware of the taste, not that the taste would have mattered to him.  He slowed down a bit for the rest of the bottle, eyeing the unofficial wet t-shirt competition going on nearby.  Pulling the bottle up for another sip, he became irritated to discover it was empty.  With mild prejudice, he tossed the bottle in a large trash can near the table.<br/><br/><em>Where the hell is she?</em>