<div class="floatright">(https://www.thefamouspeople.com/profiles/images/brock-ohurn-1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Troy McNair<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 30th - afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Gardens - Secluded Spot<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Libby<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>date; Song he is playing = https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJZprp2jtgk (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJZprp2jtgk)<br/><br/>This date was important. Perhaps the most important date he had ever been on in his entire life. Libby wasn't just his potential mate. She was special, and strong, and feisty, and fragile in a way that was easily spooked. Troy had never changed his clothes so much in his whole damn life! He finally settled on just a plain tee-shirt and his favorite black jacket and jeans. Hair up, hair down? Oh this was maddening. What that girl did to him!<br/><br/>He had gotten to the chosen spot early just to make sure everything was right. Would he ever confess that he had actually swept away stray leaves by hand just so things looked perfect? Probably not. He had looked over his shoulder quite a few times just in case anyone saw him being such a silly fool.<br/><br/>He had grabbed some finger foods at the commissary on the way over - nothing too heavy but not lettuce either. Sitting on the very fitting picnic-looking blanket he had laid out he waiting nervously. He had already seen her practically naked and panting, why did a simple date fluster him so? Because he had opened up to her and told her the truth. And now he had to follow-through on the promise that something magical might exist between them.<br/><br/>What if he was wrong? He had another phone conversation with his brother (locked away in his room, hiding in his bathroom this time - so no way anyone could hear!) earlier. What if they did go through with things and the Instinct was wrong?!? There was nothing but his gut feeling to guide him and while he trusted generations of his pride's teachings, he was squirming inside his skin like a nerborn cub.<br/><br/>He grabbed his guitar in an attempt to calm his nervous and began to play the last song he had mastered (or at least memorized fully). He played the cords over and over, lost in its calming magic until the most beautiful voice started to drift into his ears and accompanying his strumming. He looked up and stopped short mid-pluck.<br/><br/>His jaw dropped. Well, wasn't she the most stunning and punk-rocky woman he had ever seen! "Libby... " Troy almost stammered. He set his guitar aside and stood up, moving to give her a large but gentle hug. "You look... beautiful." He couldn't help but follow the hemline of her dress up as it showed off the fronts of her thighs.<br/><br/><em>Damn... </em>"Are you feeling better?"