<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/3d/ca/a3/3dcaa335e8ade145b7fc757d5d6039fc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Greggor Steppenwolfe<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Big old stuffy mansion<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tennis shoes, jeans, t-shirt, leather jacket.  All expensive and designer.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Basically everyone, but more towards Gilda, Becca, Lisa.  Oh, and fuck Tim.<br/><strong>Extra Information:</strong>Marking his targets<br/><br/>Gilda was the first to push through the door, but a moment later Tim was past them both, heading further into the house.  Gregg could feel his hackles rising as he consider the other man, competition around this group, trying to put himself in charge, take the lead.  However, as he watched the front living room begin to fill up with a veritable smorgasbord of tasty treats, his eyes flickered back to Tim, who seemed ignoring them all in favor of finding 'stuff'....<br/><br/><em>The lone wolf dies, the pack survives.</em>Fuck Tim.  He'd wander off alone and be the one to draw fire, while Gregg could stay back in the comfort (if a little bit dingy decorating) of this big old place, and enjoy the comfort of all the girls that were uncomfortable in the creepy horror movie set.  With that thought in mind, his lips quirking into a 'gotcha' like smile at his own thoughts, he turned into the doorway and headed inside.  Nearly everyone was there, and he was certain he'd see any newcomers, like the straggler in the red shirt.  Yes, being 'stuck' in a room full of beautiful women was definitely not the worst option here.  Some of them were actually even in his league.<br/><br/>As if reading his thoughts, his phone gave a beep.  Fuck, who was texting him now?  He paused for a moment, drawing the device out and.... he read the post curiously, and then opened up the attachment.  He skipped the music; there just wasn't time and place for that right now.  But the images... his eyes widened slightly as he took those in, a wolfish grin sliding over his lips.  He<em>probably</em>wasn't standing anywhere too obvious for the hardon that the images invoked, and he doubted anyone was paying much attention to him checking social media.  Of course, Gilda probably was, and was enjoying the fruits of her labor.<br/><br/><em>Damn.  Someone's in heat.  Too bad she refuses to admit who she is, but I'm sure we can get around that.... </em>He was tempted to just walk out on the houseful of storynerds to pursue a far more interesting night's entertainment when he heard Gilda calling out and offering introductions to sweater dress and red flannel.  Blondie had good tastes, and he would happily spend some quality time with all three women.  He cut short perusal through the most recent entries into his spank bank, and replied very simply, with a gift that he kept saved on his phone; a hi-res animation of a wolf howling.  If it was left playing long enough, 'I want to fuck you like an animal' would track in the background after a few loops.  A few of his teammates suggested it was too forward.  Gregg said that's exactly what he wanted.  He fired that off, and pocketed his phone again, walking over to Gilda and her couch in anticipation of her new arrivals.<br/><br/>"Mind if I join you ladies?  I want to have a much more interesting alibi for when beanie over there gets caught redhanded."<br/>