<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Austin Callum Crawford</em></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Who’s your designer?<br/>Tagging Tray or Others ;)</span></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/48b2ac9a02f0b-2.jpg?t=1327456356)</div><br/>Austin felt the vibration in his pocket and pulled out his phone. Tray was in the club. Austin cleared his phone and shoved it back in his pocket, taking a swig of beer and setting the glass down. He would continue to hide the memories from the day and being with Tray would make it all the easier. Austin knew that Tray had this mysterious way of almost reading him. Tray could almost empathically talk with Austin about his problems and then somehow get Austin to move past them.<br/><br/>Before Austin was able to turn around the empty seat next to him was occupied and a voice whispered into his ear.<br/><br/>It was as though the music muted momentarily and the people around him vanished. Austin not only heard Tray, but felt the warm breath against his ear. He smelled familiar scents Austin so easily recognized. Tray and leather, an interesting combination. However of all the senses it was the voice that caused a shiver to go down Austin’s neck, shoulder and arm. Austin wiggled his fingers to get rid of the sensation. He didn’t need that kind of distraction.<br/><br/>Cocking his right lip he half-smiled and then disappeared as he turned to face Tray. “Ah damn, I thought you were Brie.” Austin feigned disappointment, but was never very good at it and ended up fully smiling. “Maybe I missed ya a little.” He admitted. Leaning back he looked Tray up and down in an inspection.<br/><br/>“Nice jacket.” One eyebrow raised in interest. He had to admit it looked better on Tray than on him. Austin motioned for the bartender to get another beer. After the day Austin had Tray was a sight for sore eyes.<br/>