<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>Scarlett, Fortula, Open<br/><hr/><br/>While the "girls gone wild" type antics and resulting eye candy had started off a pleasant enough distraction, it had gotten old quickly.  He still looked at it, but now with a compelled, irritable focus rather than one of enjoyment.  He considered grabbing another bottle, but shook off the thought.  He wanted to still be sharp when he ran into Scarlett, or if he ran into the kind of thing that killed Alexis.  The brief thought of her caused his jaw to clench.  They hadn't been all that close, really, especially given how much they'd turned out to have had in common, and he'd cum more thinking of Scarlett and even Fortula than Alexis, but she had still been a nice woman and a good enough thing.  Hell, his life had almost been normal for a bit.<br/><br/>Some commotion off to the side caught his attention, and he turned to see...suffice to say something he was not prepared for.  The first thing he saw was a black haired guy kicking some other guy in the shin.  He was ready to dismiss it as some drunken brawl when he saw a shorter woman dressed as though from a low-budget comic book movie jump in and start beating the shit out of multiple guys.  Thanks to his letter from Alexis, he knew of one girl that wanted to act like a comic book heroine.<em>There she is.</em>He popped in a breath mint, chewing it up quickly to be done with it by the time he arrived.<br/><br/>He was even less prepared to hear Fortula's voice as he got nearer.  He stood, stunned, watching in disbelief as his nearly-naked ex-lover laid a kiss on the girl he was pretty sure was Scarlett.  His response was conflicted, a combination of complete arousal and jealousy and betrayal and who knew what else.  He remained silent as Scarlett remarked on the kiss, relieved to see she was surprised and not encouraging more, and looked on with lecherous curiosity as Fortula fashioned crude clothing for herself, wrapping some cloth over her breasts<strong>"Shame to cover those up so soon after a reunion."<strong></strong></strong>