<div class="floatleft">(https://gs1.wac.edgecastcdn.net/8019B6/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_m97muidtaR1qiaif5o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jack Connors (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7969056#msg7969056)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Woods<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Scarlett, Fortula, Ashleigh, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Parties weren't really Jack's thing. He was a cynic, sure, and maybe a bit of a misanthrope, though he did find it entertaining to watch people make fools of themselves. It did very little to change his worldview. Still, a chance to get shitfaced and laid was a chance to get shitfaced and laid, and he wasn't going to pass it up. However, the most entertaining thing he saw that night came when he was nonchalantly sipping at what tasted like motor oil but was supposed to be whiskey. To be specific, it was a woman who looked just a tad over the typical college age absolutely mopping the floor with some drunk kid he thought he recognized from one of the humanities classes he usually slept through. Admittedly though, to him, it didn't look like much of an achievement. Hell, he could probably have taken that guy if he'd had the mind to.<br/><br/>He tossed what was left of his drink into a bush, evidently put off enough by the taste that he wasn't feeling like partaking any more from that particular whiskey. He instead reached for his smartphone and opened up one of his browser apps, one that routed through a few proxy servers. He preferred that his transmissions be secure, after all. Jack figured he should check up on the goings on in the little community he had discovered and found himself immerse in lately. A blogger had updated recently. Something about the local spookies not being as bold and daring recently, sticking more to the shadows than usual. "Curious," Jack muttered, thumbing through for something besides a glance at the title and a cursory scan of the post.<br/><br/>However, his attention was diverted by a redhead (who he judged had definitely had it colored that way) ended up next to him in a fit of tipsy giggles, and complimented him on his glasses. Something about "brainy is the new sexy." Honestly, Jack wasn't quite drunk enough yet for that. He excused himself from the redhead and made his way over to one of the tables laden with food and alcohol. He poured himself another drink, vodka judging by a quick check of the label once it was in his hand, and meandered a little aimlessly into the crowd. He passed by a short-ish blonde, accompanied by another blonde who was a bit taller than average, and a positively statuesque brunette who looked even a bit taller than him.