<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, roaring fireplace edition<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tennis shoes, jeans, t-shirt, leather jacket.  All expensive and designer.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>A bit of everyone<br/><strong>Extra Information: </strong><br/><br/>Finally, things seemed to be getting interesting, although not all of it was for the good.  He watched as Becca walked over to his happy little couch harem, only to settle down on the other side of Gilda.  He tried not to show too much interest, but he could have sworn the woman was eyeing him... And<em>damn, yet another one that looked good enough to eat</em>.  He opened his mouth to say something to her when suddenly someone's phone started to ring.<br/><br/><em>Hot for teacher?  Really?</em>His head turned sharply as he glanced for the source, already seeing Lisa having a full on freak out episode, her purse all over the floor.  And worse... Now Beanie wanted to play nice?  Kid was probably up to something.  Why else would her phone go off like that?  She didn't seem like a Van Halen fan.  At all.  Beanie even seemed almost genuine about it all, and probably would have won the day's award for nice guy if suddenly some new kid didn't suddenly show up.  That one annoyed Greggor too.  Da fuck was going on now?  He showed up suddenly, out of nowhere, bearing flowers, a smooth accent and... straight to the damsel in distress, like out of a story.<em>That's convenient...</em><br/><br/>The crisis averted thanks to the two of them (and damnit, Gregg could almost feel the interest from 'his' pack of women brought to Mr Accent), Gregg tried to settle back into his chair.... which worked well as Gilda immediately leaned over, forcing him to lean and twist slightly to use his shoulder.  "Well, if you're going to casually use my body, to I get to return the favor?"  He wasn't going to complain, as he liked the attention, and it gave him a moment to eye Rebecca.  past where Gilda had been.  Yes, there was some potential there.  Today was still salvageable.<br/><br/>He waited while Gilda played on her phone; that girl really wanted to stay connected, it felt like, but oh well.  Maybe that meant she had some fun photos on there... he was quickly thinking about those selfies he got sent earlier.  Maybe he could recreate a few of those with the three of them here....<br/><br/>Oh, right.  Professor was talking.  Something about getting started.  Finally.  The sooner they started, the sooner this was over, right?  Just as he was thinking that, Becca gave a little yelp.  When he turned to look at her, her face was flush and she looked... flustered.  Yes, today might definitely still be salvageable.<br/><br/><em>Can we get this over with already?  Please?</em><br/>