<div class="floatright">(https://tse2.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.TX9846VfAE79sFTR5laG8AEREs&amp;pid=15.1&amp;P=0&amp;w=300&amp;h=300) </div><strong>NAME:</strong>Troy McNair<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 27th 2017- late afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Men's Dorm Rooms - Room 220<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Libby<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong><br/><br/>After a long hot shower, Troy's room was comfortably toasty from the steam of the water. He dried his hair and put on a pair of loose flannel sleep pants. Settling back to read through the recent additions to his family's acquisition ledger, he started to cross-reference the artifacts picked up over the summer with some art history texts. Many people thought it was odd that someone liked him was a history / art history double major. But knowing about relics and rare but valuable paintings could be quite lucrative. It was what had kept his band of wayward brothers afloat until they one by one found their own prides. Now Troy was all that was left wandering.<br/><br/>For a moment his brows knitted together.<em>Hmm, where did my winning bid ticket go? </em>It didn't really matter, he had a copy emailed him. The hot water had cleaned his body and cleansed his mind a bit of what had happened that day. Perhaps the girl wasn't really meant for him. Actually he was pretty sure of it. He had traveled all over the world and never once gotten even a twinge of "need" like he had for her today. Maybe he was just overdue for a physical relationship.<em>Not maybe!</em>The Academy had promised to help weres find their mates but the likelyhood of it happening here, with a human? Even after seeing others pair up and having already been here a year, it seemed very unlikely. And that girl, that beautiful young brunette with deep, dark eyes and killer legs, had made it pretty clear that she had only been using him for his height. He probably wouldn't see her again any time soon.<br/><br/><em>Or not... </em>Just then his door swung open and none other than the very vixen he had been thinking of came bursting in - yelling about something.<em>How had he forgotten to lock his door?</em>Troy quickly stood up, spinning on his heels and tossing his ledger to safe spot on his bed. His sleep pants rode low on his hips, exposing his cut, lean, and hairless torso down to a distinguished trail of hair below his navel. "Easy kitten, while I'm all for gorgeous women finding their way to my bed - this is very much not your room."