<div class="floatleft">(https://imagesvc.meredithcorp.io/v3/mm/image?url=https%3A%2F%2Fstatic.onecms.io%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Fsites%2F20%2F2012%2F04%2Fchanning-tatum-1-435-2.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Jonathan Freitas Sanches (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16026924#msg16026924)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Patio Table<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Leather Blue Jacket, White Tee, Light Blue Denim Jeans, White Air Force Ones.<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: Killer Dance Moves<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Lance, Emma, Chloe, Desmond<br/><hr/>With his performance out of the way,<strong>Lance’s </strong>confession,<strong>Emma’s</strong>removal of her jacket, and all four of the table trying to play it cool with<strong>Desmond Lysander </strong>being there, the game moved on with<strong>Emma</strong>now being the dealer. All though Jonathan did enjoy<strong>Chloe’s</strong>enthusiastic applause and whistle. Always nice to be appreciated.<strong>Lance</strong>was currently conversing with the girls after his confession. Jonathan had avoided that confession, much happier to expose his deep and dark secrets than pick one of<strong>Chloe</strong>or<strong>Emma</strong>. One it would have been an incredibly hard choice, and two he would be happy to end up with as they were both like almost everyone at this part, a 10. However, he didn’t want them giving up on men entirely after<strong>Emma</strong>spoke her thoughts.<br/><br/><strong>“Did I ever tell you all I identify as a girl,”</strong>he said jokingly as the cards found themselves in front of<strong>Emma</strong>. As she dealt it gave him some time to think over how crazy this was. Here he was sitting at a party, alcohol and other recreational substances available, playing strip poker with<strong>Chloe Andersen</strong>, a friend that he wanted more from than just friendship ever since what he saw as a lost opportunity when they had worked together on her video,<strong>Emma</strong>who he’d only met tonight but was seemingly extremely talented make up artist and every bit as hot as any Hollywood star,<strong>Lance Colt</strong>who had secured him a bag with the house he now owned and finally<strong>Desmond freaking Lysander</strong>, superstar and potentially Jonathan’s break into bigger roles and work opportunities. And this was at an Izzy party that he knew could get a bit fun and crazy.<br/><br/>By the point his mind had thought over all that, he had his cards in front of him, which he quickly checked before leaving them face down on the table. He noticed<strong>Emma</strong>lifting the edges of her card before the challenge was made and let it slide, this was all about fun anyway. When he heard<strong>Emma’s</strong>challenge he smiled back at<strong>Emma</strong>as she looked at him.<strong>“I’ve been told I’m a rubbish chair,”</strong>he said. “<strong>Too hard,”</strong>he shook his head as he caught himself. He’d meant hard as in his body due to the muscles and not hard in any other way. But this sort of environment meant he could be misunderstood.<strong>“Not exactly how I wanted that to sound but fuck it,”</strong>he laughed.<strong>“Might be good for your posture though,”</strong>he shrugged as he realized if he took the challenge, he might end up sitting on a guy’s lap. Looked like this round could see clothes coming off if he lost.<br/><br/>With the cards being sorted Jonathan also saw an opportunity as<strong>Emma</strong>slid her phone over to<strong>Chloe</strong>. There was no way with<strong>Desmond Lysander</strong>at the table he wasn’t going to shoot his shot, hopefully benefit everyone at this table in the process. “<strong>You know we should all exchange numbers, considering how well we might get to know each other tonight,”</strong>he said in a joking tone but with enough seriousness for the table to know he meant it.