(http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&g2_itemId=59767)<div class="floatright">(http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktahf08TT71qaopmto1_400.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix<br/><strong>Dressed in:</strong>See Photo to right, minus hat<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Lost in time<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elizabeth<br/><br/>As they were seated once more she could see his face was beat red.  He was flushed from the stupid act he just proformed, he was at the red to use the table to roll it to protect her to get her to the exit if needed.  He was just glad he hadnt trult flipped the table yet. He fixed himself straightening his shirt and laying his napkin on one knee again as he let out a relaxing sigh "relax you fool, sont be nervous!" was all he said to himself.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em><strong>"Well years of fighting in school and having a Seal for a father kind of teaches you to be prepared...the best way I can describe it is like Robert Downey Jr. in Sherlock Holmes"</strong></em></span>She had heard the rumors of his father and how said they were, however he clung to the man and idealized him.<br/><br/>His arm brushed her leg ass she moved closer and he was surprised and happy he hadnt truly mad an arse out of himself just yet.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em><strong>"hmm...lets see...he looks a little...like...this..."</strong></em></span>as he spoke he grabbed a pencil that was provided for them and jotted down a horribly drawn stick figure holding a horribly drawn and overly long hand gun<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em><strong>"tada!... i should become a police sketch artist some day...dont you think?"</strong></em></span>